Silver Storm

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He had not known that his sister would ultimately be his answer, but how it made so much sense, that she were the queen he would need. The reign he was fit to endure. Loving and powerful all in the same right. Divine and perfect, he calls to her, her sweet freedom, her immutable power. Together, they were something unstoppable, and he could not resist her sweet calling. Love was not something he was capable of admitting, not to her, not to most, though devotion was a separate matter entirely. Lips grew atwixt, his inky kissers grazing the curve over her neck, muzzle draping over the dip of her back before a vehement growl grew in his throat, seeking her, demanding of her that she see him in a new light, that they step from the confines of brother and sister, "Allow yourself to be mine, Eos. No other would suit you," His words, they contain truth, in his mind, and praying that the words made sense in hers, how long would it be before another came that understood her, that could truly make some promise out of life with her. Slavering jaws were formed from wanton lust and his words find more power as he continues to speak to her, to crave her, "You have said together we would be relentless, unstoppable, allow me to forge our power,"