Modern Day Romance

"Pent up" was a good way of putting it. Chimera was very pent up. With so many children running around and so much to do, there was very little time to himself, let alone time to drag one of his ladies off into the bushes to have his way with them. It was making the man irritable and he was a little snappy towards those around him. Did that make him some sort of sex addict? Probably. Did he care? Not one fucking bit.

A call from Aliana brought a low growl from the man. What could she possibly want? He imagined she was with the children, so why would she need him? Finishing his task, the King of Fenmyre moved across the island. Washing his paws in a barrel of collected rainwater, he slid open the door of the chamber that he shared with Aliana and their children. What he saw... what not what he expected.

The only light was the golden glow of the flickering fire. There wasn't a child in sight. What Chimera did see was the woman displayed upon the furs and cushions, dressed in her finery. The smell of cooked meats met his speckled nose, but that hardly mattered right now. Chimera only had eyes for Aliana. Stepping into the room, he used one hind paw to slide the wooden door shut behind him. There was a predatory gleam in his eye and the behemoth of a man widened his stance, head lowering as though he was prepared to hunt the woman across from him.

A deep growl reverberated through the giant's wide chest as he stared hard at the fancied fae. "I hope you don't like that fabric," was all that he said before he was crossing the room towards her. A bit of that old Chimera rose up within him and suddenly he was fighting with himself not to tear the woman to shreds. Instead, he snatched her up, light as a feather, and tore the finery from her altered frame. Childbirth had left her a little rounder in areas and he liked it quite a bit. The fabric shredded beneath claws and teeth like water, bits of it raining down around them. He took the crown atop her head and threw it away from them, not wanting it to get damaged in the crossfire... and crossfire there would be.

The scent of the woman filled his nostrils, intoxicating as no wine or herb would ever be. Unable to help himself any longer, the beast lifted the tiny woman and slammed her down on her stomach in the furs. In an instant he was over her, his teeth sinking into her scruff as he held her down. Unbridled lust consumed him, controlled him as he brought their hips crashing together. He didn't care if he hurt her. He would make up for it later. For now, nothing on earth could tamp down the fire within him other than Aliana. He wanted her writhing beneath him, screaming his name. Screaming anything really. He wanted to hurt her, make her bleed, claim her, devour her, dominate her and love her all at once. And he did just that.

--Fade, I suppose--

"Chimera Klein"