the lightning strike

-warning: bad things-

The top of her skull connected with his chin and knocked him just hard enough to bring a light to his vision and his movements to slow. It was too little too late on her part though. His arms were already wrapped around her and his massive form surrounded her own. His wits returned to him and a deep dark growl boiled in his chest. If she had only accepted his challenge and offered him a fair fight she’d never be in this position. Now he was annoyed and his bloodlust was unquenched. She went down easy, pressed into the rolling sand by his huge weight. She couldn’t hold his weight, but she wasn’t through fighting either, he felt her teeth sink deep into his flesh where she could reach his arm.

A pained groan left him, but he savored the feeling of her struggling beneath him. He tasted his own blood from there she had bopped his chin but the taste was replaced by her own as he opened his jaws again and took hold where he’d planned to begin with. Jaws around the back of her neck he bit down hard, taking her attention from the way he carefully positioned his hips above her own.

Noir pulled her head back, exposing her throat to the world as he ripped her teeth from his own arm. A indescribable flame grew within his belly, unlike anything he’d ever felt before He’d enjoyed his share of women willingly, but it hardly compared to the unwilling. Dull claws dug into her soft belly as he pulled her tighter to him. With no empathy to the unknown woman beneath him Noir forced himself inside her.

The rain continued to pour down on them as he had his way, lightning striking in the distance to illuminate the way her features contorted as he took from her body. The more she struggled the harder he pushed and the more violently he bit into her dark flesh. There were no consequences, only this fleeting pleasure and the release he craved.

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