ANIMAL ATTRACTION

The summer season had begun and Deteste did not welcome it. First of all, he wasn't a summer wolf. The sun with it's sallow, unforgiving light focused on his dark pelt and caused him to itch, to burn and to writhe. Secondly, though they hadn't spoken of it yet, he knew that summer was Medusa's fertile season. He had seen the physical changes as the days dwindled. Her beauty growing and her curves ripening as summer days approached. The mangled canopy of the red forest would protect him from the sun but there was no escape from the complex stain that was to be made upon his integrity. Integrity. It was a joke really. It was a great jest. It was the very characteristic that had put Deteste in the position of forbidden fruit for the Madame. And for the Madame, apparently nothing was forbidden.


He was angry. He would spend days in endless patrols. He would harass lesser Amenti members. He would hunt and kill voraciously and spend stony, silent nights with the woman whom had damned him. A woman who he never thought would betray his trust though he wasn't surprised that she had fallen into one of Medusa's webs. As much as he did these things nothing could sait the anger. He would go as far as observing Medusa wantingly. A purposeful insult to Laxago. His behavior not flirtatious but certainly not proper. All to express his discontent. He was one of the animals here now. He would dirty himself, stoop to the lowest point in a desperate attempt to rub away the rage but nothing helped.


So at last the day had come and he heard her call and she wasn't far from him. He trotted dutifully in her direction, attempting to clear his mind as he approached. With every step his limbs were numb and turned to lead. His heart fluttered sickeningly and in his mouth he could taste the acid that sloughed in his stomach with each heavy step. The anger was gone. Replaced with dread. He would be Medusa's only unwilling caller. And to think that Jupiter had risked her life for the sake of rape. But in dread he was at least clear to think and he drew from his muddled thoughts the few conditions he needed to set before completing Laxago's debt.


She neared. Her body growing. Her unwanted, musky set hitting his maw like the taste of blood in his unwillingness. Desire was obvious in her glance and Deteste assumed that the unreal power that she currently believed she held over him was half the high she now experienced. He was languid. He spoke. I have some conditions. It was business only. If you do not abide to them you will not conceive or keep these children.

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