Foundation of an Army

Alas, she seemed so blissfully unaware; as if her raging body had fooled her innocent mind, as if the screaming hormones that so tantalized him were but a figment of his raging imagination. Surely not, for the desire that thrummed his veins, so deep, so profound, could not have been any less than what he lived for, what he thrived for. How ever more faultless could it have been, that his silver knight would return and withhold the potential of whelping his first litter as a King? No, it was more than potential now; for it would lie so unquestionably in the near future.

A rumble would echo the chasms of his gullet, effervescing from his lips as a impious bubbling of writhing pleasure. He would spare no moment to draw himself to her, to devour the scent of her early heat with eager nostrils, to thrust his jaws upon her scruff and hold her so securely, perhaps afraid of losing her in such a critical time. He would loosen only to speak, voice swimming with wanton desire as he leered through shivering jaws, ?Your body changes, my silver,? his spine would shudder at the thought, chest pressing towards her right side, ?Your seasonal alteration gifts this kingdom a foundation; dare you deny it.?