Skeletons and Hexes

Hannibal had the mind of a desire ridden beast. He had an unbearable need to satiate his burning lust due to his horribly low standards. His sickening gaze roamed those of any gender or nature. It did not matter as long as his prey were of age and consenting in some manner. Thus far, he did not plan on crossing any lines of sexual violence. The chase was what he enjoyed, not horrific crime scenes. Therefore as this minx of a Wolf sat before him the male practically drooled on the spot. The scent of her heat was evident and perhaps the tinge he had noted before. It traveled through his nose to his cranium, flooding it with the endless opportunities she laid out before him. Though, despite his obvious needs, he was not some mindless fool to roll over for any tempting babe. He would not be so easily submissive for he was innately just the opposite. As her daring words hit his sensitive ears a low growl bubbled from the depths of his throat. Hannibal flashed pristine ivories in her direction as he pointed his nose upward ever so slightly. "The vixen thinks I frighten so easily." His tail flicked idly as he dared to stare into her fierce gaze with his own.

Their eyes danced as the dark serpentine made her way towards him. The beast's gaze was heavy, the heat in his chest nearly radiating at this point. The sun was setting but the warmth remained. A hungry tongue slipped across pink lips as the scent of her heat grew stronger. The sensual scent tugged at him, her bodice begging him. The lure of this temptress was something out of this world and the male was deep within her trap even if he didn't expose it. As she sat his tail raised even higher, exerting his disgustingly abrasive dominance naturally due to his evident ego. Her new words now luring his mind in even more, sending his thoughts into a variety of directions. Hannibal's paws now moved his divine bodice towards, as if being tugged with a thin string. Threatening to snap with each pull but sturdy enough to keep a hold on the thrashing mind of this beast. The male stopped about one tail length away, digging his pale paws into the earth as he drank in her scent with an unquenchable thirst. He leaned in closer rather daringly, moving to brush his muzzle against her own if allowed such a bold action. "You beckon the wrath of a devil." His jaws snapped near her ear, if she did not move away, the sound of a feign bite with the fiery ferocity stung the air. The power in which it took to not delve into the pleasures this foreign Wolfess offered so openly strained his very soul. His breathing now staggered as his mind rolled on with the endless scenarios this blossoming night may offer. "What is this trouble you speak of, little Viper?" his voice was a baritone whisper with a growl trailing behind. Yet, a venomous smirk remained upon his lips as always.

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