Those lips and your brown eyes
12-08-2015, 04:39 PM
The conflicting feeling of needed to hold true to the promise he had made himself and the absolute dire need to have his queen this very moment was driving him mad. It didn't help matters when she chuckled at his comment about her heat scent and turned her head to nibble along his jaw and up to his ear. The toes of his front paws curled at the feeling, his claws cutting through the snow and into the dirt underneath. God he wanted her... And then she dared to ask him to have her again. A shiver went down his spine at the obvious tones of need in her sweet words. As much as he regretted it, his better judgement was quickly failing him. His muscles tensed for a moment while he fought against every carnal need that was begging for him to have her, but all it took was him to bury his face in the fur of her neck again and get a nose full of her intoxicating scent for him to be undone. "Damn it, Isolde..." he'd growl, his voice no more than a quiet, frustrated rumble, as he pushed himself up onto his paws and quickly moved so that he was over her. His front legs hooked around her and pulled her spotted rump up hard into him just as his jaws reached up to grab her thick scruff. He hadn't had another woman while he was out on his search and he didn't think about this fact until he realized the immediate and intense relief he felt from making her completely his again. His actions were not nearly as gentle or as tender as before, driven on by his deep need and the slightest bit of anger at himself for breaking his own vow. He tasted her blood on his tongue before he ever realized how hard he was biting her scruff. -fade- He felt guilty. He felt guilty This was a feeling so foreign to him that at first he had no name for it. The emotion hit him like a train as he parted from Isolde's form and he saw the blood staining her pale russet scruff. The wounds were minor at best, but they were enough to draw blood and it pulled back to his mind the promise that he had made after their fist time together, that he would never let her see this dark side of him. He had failed himself twice in one go. The smallest, most quiet whine escaped him as he settled onto the ground with her and he began to carefully clean and groom the fur around her scruff. "I'm sorry," he told her softly between careful licks, not letting his gaze meet hers. Never in his life had he felt guilty after taking anyone like that. The fact that she managed to make him feel like that was so infuriating, but he tucked at anger away deep down for him to dwell on later when she wasn't around to get in the path of his wrath. "I didn't mean to hurt you." |