[M]Welcome to the freak show

Laying with her legs folded and pressed against his chest, her body strewn over his paws as he gripped her neck, Vianni felt him and what he could be for her. She laid herself out like a gift and remained still for a moment before he released her. The brutality on his face made her fur stand on end, the sting of his tongue lapping at the crimson life that spilled from her was as pleasant as it was painful. When he sat up and spoke, she responded with a sultry purr and a small, soft growl to her voice. "Videbimus, magna Lucifer. Tempus meum habeo dicere." A moment was all she needed to make her quip, a simple statement that could lead to so many future challenges. She would have him accept that there would be no other, that she was in fact irreplaceable.

His next words were music to her ears and as the top of her head throbbed, and her neck bled, Vianni managed a grin as he spoke. He would make her a queen, his queen, and she looked at him with such disbelief on her face one would have thought he had slapped her. "Mihi faceres audeat adfatu? Dulce lupus verbis dicat se habere cor defuisset. Lux mihi quid te velim. Videbimus corde sanguinem si alicubi esse debet." Despite his rough treatment, he had obviously wanted her for the duration of their match. There were many forms of love, and she had a feeling that to win this male's heart came with new privileges and rights. There had been a beat against her from somewhere within his chest, and she knew exactly where the organ lay within wolf anatomy. If she had to carve it out herself she would.

She did not move far from where he sat, keeping her stance, she rested as the remainder of the adrenaline left her body, and she was finally able to be awed by the male beside her. She had not foreseen just how quickly the encounter with Lucifer would get, but knowing he could not help but take her as his brought a pride to her that saw her tail flick upward just a bit. Vianni made sure to keep herself in check, her eyes meeting his without wavering. There was nothing else said as he moved closer to her, stepping into her side with his chest. The pressure saw her head lower, and her legs to take a more stable stance, though she turned her head to nip at his shoulder. His actions made her nervous, but she had already submitted to him. Growling softly, she turned her dusty rose eyes on him as he bit at her tail, his teeth making her jerk her tail aside. There was nearly a replay of their spar, but Vianni held herself upright rather than flipping onto her back. Her ears laced back on her head and she turned her head to try and look at him just before his fangs found her scruff.

At first she wasn't sure what to expect, but she was thrilled by him. There was a roughness to him that both exhilarated and challenged her inner queen, a danger that fed into hers. Vianni would not want her first time to be gentle, she was not after tenderness, she was after her own heart's security. He was heavy, but she was stronger than she looked. Taking a deep breath, her dusky pink eyes hidden beneath coal colored lids, she steadied herself and anticipated him to dominate her as he had in their spar. She would expect nothing less from her king.

**Fade to black**

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