Well this isn't right

Hannibal was fond of slaves but he would never delve so far down as to rape. Neither were pleasant but he would not take someone by force. There were plenty of brothels and harlots in his previous lands. Wolves of any gender that would sell their bodies for the livelihood of their masters. If the male wasn't born into royalty he likely would have partook but there was no reason for him to. Hannibal had males and females clawing at his den to get his attention. To be seen with the Prince of the Klein Empire. He felt little to nothing for these maidens and Dukes but would still bed anything for any reason. He was a desired ridden hellhound with numerous needs that must be met.

The phantom stared at this trembling babe with the same devious smile. It was true he could not tell the difference between fear and chilled shakes. He hadn't a clue why she would be frightened of him. Hannibal was being incredibly nice in this instance. He could be a terror if he wished. But, his horrendous thoughts slipped away as her shaky voice entered the air again. "A little.... I don't know where to go from here." He lulled over the words before allowing his pink tongue slither along his lips. Hannibal leaned upward in order to breath some distance between them. He was not close to her by any means but the male did not want to make such a delicate flower uncomfortable so fast. "I have some knowledge of this region if you want my help. Where are you trying to go?"

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