Blood Song

He was getting sick and tired of Vianni disappearing and trying to avoid him. This was going to be the last time ever and he was going to make sure she knew that. She could only fend him off for so long, and he was being driven mad by the mere scent she left behind. A snarl ripped through the air as he continued to move through the ship, tracking her. He could smell the fresh blood of one of her victims and it made his hackles raise along his spine. Just the thought that she had been alone with another male, contaminating his chance of having pure Asmodeus heirs. Heirs were what he needed from her same as any other female he took. His snarl deepened at the thought of her with another, bedding another male. He saw red and as soon as he saw her he was pissed. Perhaps he was being delusional, but he wouldn't allow it. His snarls were continuous at this point and he was revealing his fangs to her. His ears pressed back and he stalked towards her.

She lacked his scent again and he was bout to paint her fur red with her blood. His own wounds from the rainbow bitch were dribbling as they stretched open once more. His voice came forth threatening beautiful violence if she didn't submit quickly and quite running him around. I'm tired of you running me around Vianni.