Oh, Despicable Me
It was truly a choice of life or death. Did the woman want to live within Erovrare or die there? Hannibal was ready to make the serpentine a prisoner of the pack, enforced by each of it's members, until the day she died. Or if she could manage to reason with him she could merely become a simpleton of its ranks. A court member. A Wolf with no duties other then attending meetings and some mindless hunting. But, with the barrage of insults and defiant speech called for doubt within the male's heart. The beast assumed it would be hard to convince her to comply and especially in such an emotional state. Hannibal guessed her pregnancy was only feeding her irrationality. Hannibal's gaze was thick with hell fire as he observed the demoness slither towards him. Lust a new emotion to add to his conflicting rage would fill his mind. He could feel the tension rise as her chocolate bodice moved so closely to his own. Their tantalizing breaths mingled as he thought over the beginning of their toxicity. The lust filled nights that conceived the horror in which they fought over. Their pups were the result of two riddled beasts filled with desire. Somehow they had to make it work and the beast would not rest until it did. The sigh filled his ears, followed by words of compromise. Hannibal agreed she would not make a good servant and he would be unable to train her properly while carrying his offspring. Brute force was out of the question. Therefore he would have to settle with the fact that she would be an official member of the pack until she misbehaves enough. "Our spawn will be strong." As his words ended her bite was met with a loud hiss. His eyes rolled back ever so slightly as the pain rang through his tense body. Blood painted both his cheek and his neck now, bathing in his own crimson. With a flutter of lashes his eyes opened to stare into her venomous gaze. "Nurture and love these pups and you may be a rightful member of Erovrare. You will have the chance to prove your worth to both my leaders and myself." He pressed his bloody face against her scruff and breathed in the hormonal scent. "These pups deserve capable parents to bring forth the first generation of a powerful bloodline." Hannibal moved to her ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. "We will go down in history." The beast then moved his form against her own and brought forth the memories of the pups conception. His blood painted their forms as the demons danced the night away. "Hannibal.." A breathy pause. "Hannibal Iber Klein is the father of your offspring." -fade to black-
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