ANIMAL ATTRACTION

He eyed her with a certain level of exasperation. She was so wound in her desire that he doubted much of what he was saying, or would say, would hold much value and it was possible that the conditions he would list would not be honored. A heavy, ragged breath pressed slowly through his black lips. His tongue scraped rudely against his top jaw. A nervous bite drew blood. They hadn't spoken of this arrangement until the moment had come and even now he had no concept of her reasons or desires. It was possible she would conceive but the agreement was an insult to Deteste and the only motive he saw behind it was her innate desire to fuck what had once been untouchable. She had fucked all of Amenti. She had fucked Jupiter. And now she was going to fuck him. Had she spoken to him instead of Laxago perhaps he would have understood. Perhaps he would have understood her reasons. Perhaps he would have been willing. But that chance had passed. And here they were.


These children will be loved. And they will be my children too. If you fail them they will be mine only. he spoke. Loudly, firmly. An attempt to speak through her fog, the fantasy dream that she was living out. And my children will not be raised as whores. He stated, louder now, a snarl bubbling at the close of the sentence. He wasn't sure if she could meet these conditions. And in all his heart he wanted her to admit this and to leave him be. But he knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. There was some sort of significance Medusa saw in him that had lead to her choice. But he was prepared in all ways to force the woman to meet the conditions. He would take the children from her if he saw detriment in their lives. In an extreme case he was ready to kill them before they grew too old. He wasn't heartless. His soul coiled miserably at the idea. His lips were now moist with his bloodied tongue, having just exercised it for speech. His eyes watered. It was his most pitiful state. Perhaps it would make him less appealing.

"speech"