Blur the Lines

Chimera · 08-09-2021, 05:37 PM

The woman was adamant that she was fine, but Chimera looked her over anyway. He noted the pricks in her shoulders and thankfully they weren't very deep. She would be fine, but had he been a second later, she may have been killed. "I'm sorry," he spoke, a low gnarr pulling from his chest. Thinking about how he'd failed to rid the island of such a predator incensed the brute. All other beasts had been chased off or killed, but that one cat had slipped through his grasp. The massive man would be on double duty for the next several days, scouring his island for any remaining dangers. No one broke his things but him.

Aliana took a step towards him, her ashen brow etched in concern as she questioned him in turn. The brute's gaze shifted, looking at the deeper wounds in his own flesh. "I'm fine," he replied in kind. Physically he was fine. The scratches would heal. He was angry though. Angry that his slave woman, his gift from Siren, had almost been killed. His things. His property. Heat began to fill the man as his anger boiled to the surface. It needed to be released in one way or another, so action needed to be taken.

With another low growl, Chimera moved towards the woman. With one thickly corded foreleg, he scooped her up and turned. Now, anyone that knew Chimera also knew that he was a sick fuck. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. The situation didn't matter. Nor did the scenery. The black and white behemoth slammed the fae down on her stomach, but he slammed her down on top of the dead jaguar. The corpse would make it easier to keep her slender form propped up so that he could do to her what she had been made for.

Stepping up behind the cloud dappled woman, Chimera hooked both paws around her shapely hip bones. Already he was hard and ready. With a guttural snarl and one hard, rough thrust, he sank home. As he fucked the woman, reminding the world that she belonged to no one save him, Chi sank his teeth into the flesh at the back of her neck, hurting her more than the cat had. Tomorrow he would start his hunt, fulfilling the goal of making himself the only predator on the island. Today, he would remind the slave woman that her life belonged to him, and only he could decide to end it.

--fade or something--

"Snarl"

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