The ivory beast would pace around the large geyser, sickening thoughts begging her to do something.. To do something that would fill her sadistic cravings. She could feel the presence of Eric around- though she couldn't hear him. Was he mad at her? Had she done anything wrong to displease the twisted voice that spoke in her thoughts? She didn't get it. Why wouldn't he speak? "Eric.. Are you there?" She would question aloud, annoyance laced within her tone. She would perk her ears- stand up, even, to listen for the slightest hint of him. But, now she couldn't even feel his presence anymore. "Well fuck you, too" she would say with an annoyed rumble emerging from her throat. The ivory and creme hued babe would take a seat on her haunches, violet and golden gaze scanning her surroundings in anger. She needed something to do, something to feed her insane and crazed thoughts that were knawing away at the back of her head in hunger.

The large beast stalked into the area, commanding attention with his fiery orange pelt and burning silver eyes. He was pretty much the shit, and everyone around him should know that. Not that he cared too much, he knew that he was the bee's knees and no one else mattered. As long as he was here, Alacrita should survive. Charaz was just marching along when the heady scent of a female wafted into his nose, and he gladly followed the delicate trail. It wasn't long before her alabaster bodice came into sight, the tall brute licking his chops. Mmm, she was yummy looking. Maybe he could devour her with his own orange body, draping about her with ease. Yum yum.

His audits perked when he heard her ask for someone named Eric, apparently angry that he didn't answer. "I've never been called Eric before babe, but you can call me whatever you little heart desires. As for the fucking part, yes please." He chimed in, his deep baritone lifting towards her as his long legs easily closed the distance between them.

The pale hued babe would turn at the sound of a deep voice behind her, the large girl spinning her body around to face him. And there he was, a fucking orange wolf. What in the hell? Anzhelika was beautiful on her behalf.. But, the color orange... Ehh, it would grow on her. Her violet and golden gaze meeting his silver one. "You don't have to be Eric for me to sleep with you," she would say with a low rumble, ivory and creme colored tail thumping against the ground. She liked it when he had called her babe, his voice calling out to her like a fatal attraction. "What's your name, oh firey wolf o' sun?" She would ask with a small giggle escaping from her lips as she looked at the brute, perking her ears up at his direction as she would wait for him to respond.

Sure turned to face him, and he saw that she had two different coloured eyes. Well that was quite strange, eyes were supposed to be the same colour, like his. But his eyes were pretty fabulous, looking like melted silver and shit. Yeah, Charaz was pretty epic. He laughed when she talked about sleeping, his long tail slowly sweeping behind him. "Oh darling, there will be no sleeping if I have my way with you. I'm not into the pretty shit, I like it hardcore babe." He hissed, his eyes dancing as he thought of thrusting himself into her. Was he horny? Hells to the yes he was. When wasn't he was probably the better answer. The tall demon would walk around her in a circle, stretching out his neck as he attempted to place harsh little nibbles along her flank. "No, if we get down and dirty there will be scars and bruises to show off like trophies." Cause who the hell wouldn't show off after he humped them?

She asked of his name, calling him the sun. His head tipped back as he laughed at that one, lowering it again to shoot his dagger gaze at her. "The sun, I rather like that. Yes, how about you call me The Sun, and I will call you The Snow. Cause I'm going to melt your hot bod." He chuckled, his tail lashing out and smacking against her rump. He didn't ask of her name, cause he didn't give to shits. Snow would work.

"Oh no, snow wouldn't work sweetheart.. I'm hotter than hell, itself," she would say with a hiss, the orange man giving her soft nibbles across her body. She didn't really feel like fucking this one.. But damn they would make some sexy babies. Was she ready for that kind of responsibility? Hell to the fuck no.

Her bicoloured gaze of violet and gold would flick at the brute when he would give a smack to her ass with his tail, practically spanking her. A growl emerged from her throat, catching that silver gaze of his. "Do you belong to a pack?" She would ask him, a hidden smirk on the creme coloured babe's face.

Charaz let out a gruff laugh at her words, his body shaking. "But Snow, baby, ice and snow control the earth in the winter. Winter chokes out life and snuffs hope. That is why you are my Snow." He said, deep baritone pushed out in a soft whisper. Oh yes, she would do just fine for a little romp. That was if she stopped asking questions. The beast rolled his silver eyes, grinning when he smacked her rump with his tail. "I cannot be tied down by the laws and rules of a pack, babe. No, I'm as free as they get." He narrowed his eyes, studying her and taking in that yummy scent. No pack stench on her, which was good. Maybe he could claim her and make a little harem of woman to fuck when he pleased. Ah, that would be the life.

She was a fierce bitch though, he could taste it. Growling with pleasure he swatted his orange tail at her again, a rumble vibrating in his throat. "Enough talking though, why don't we let our bodies to the talking for us Snow?" He asked, a single brow raising. What would she think of that? Just a quick boink would sade his appetite for sex, for the next hour or so.

"Don't you think a Queen like me deserves a bit more.. Respect?" She would say with a growl, eyeing the male. "I honestly think you're wasting your time, Casanova." She would say with a roll of her violet and gold eyes. "You're not going to get lucky tonight, babe. At least not with me." He seemed to loose for her, careless about the world around him. Even if it were a possibility for the fae to ever fuck someone, it would definitely be someone much more sophisticated than the large brute. "If you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave now.. Goodbye," she would dip her ivory crown in a polite manner and sashay her way out, leaving the male by himself.
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