Gotta stop holding me the way you do
12-01-2016, 02:29 AM
Her scent found him before his eyes landed on her. Her scent was one he knew all too well by now, but her heat scent wasn't something that he got every day. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze lifting from the ground to land on her as she strutted toward her, tail swaying and fanning that hunger-inducing scent around him. For a moment he just watched her walk over to his side, letting her teeth graze his ear. There were no words, no greetings, no teasing banter. Just an immediate jump to physical touch. He could remember a time a year and a half ago now that he would have been thrilled to have some woman just walk up to him out of nowhere and basically just beg to be fucked. But this wasn't a year and a half ago. And this wasn't some woman. Fine. She wanted to be fucked? He had been chasing her around for so long now, had been at her beck and call. Why would he change that now? A low, dark growl rumbled in his chest as his head turned toward her, breathing in her scent deep as he shoved his nose into the fur of her scruff. He let that numbing desire that he was all too familiar with wash over him and blind any other thoughts he might have had lingering in his messed up little head. Another growl left him as his jaws parted and grabbed a chunk of her scruff between his teeth, biting down till his fangs sliced through her skin and her blood coated his tongue. He funneled all of his frustration and uncertainty and anger into this moment, his body trembling ever so lightly in the rush of adrenaline and pure lust. He let go of her after a moment and moved down her body, his side pressed to hers as he went. He wouldn't let her part from him for even a moment. His teeth found her skin again and again as he left nibbles and bites along her spine and hip. He was sure she would want him to draw this out, to cover her in wounds and let her savor all this teasing, but he just didn't have it in him to do that. Not today. He climbed over her and roughly gripped her body to his while his jaws found her scruff again and created a new bite wound there. For a moment his mind wasn't in the buffalo knolls with Mercy. It was somewhere else entirely. - fade - He panted hard as he fell from Mercy's back, his ears flicking as he slowly found his way down from the adrenaline-driven high. Back in the day when he fucked out his frustrations or emotions he would feel better at the end of it. He wasn't sure if that was quite the case this time. He shook out his fur, letting a sigh out through his nose. His eyes traced Mercy's body, eyeing the bloodied spots he had created and knowing that he would eventually get to work cleaning them up. He couldn't quite meet her gaze. Not yet anyway. I stand a hundred feet, but I fall when I'm around you. "SPEAK" |
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