Out of the Norm

Merrick noticed as Keelin looked to both his clawed paws and her own dexterous digits. She understood what he meant and he allowed her as many moments of silence as she needed to sort through the thoughts that came with such a statement. Whatever children she managed to produce, all would die but one. They would be chomped to death and buried somewhere on the island. He wasn't too sure where Manea's cemetery was just yet, but he would soon find out.

The purple brute sipped the wine, as did his female counterpart. After a while, she broke the silence, questioning him and throwing in a bit of innuendo there. Her paw slid over his and the brute chuckled darkly. "There's more, though not as important." The purple man shrugged a lavender shoulder. "Now that we're mated, it's for life. You can never procreate with another, nor can I." Not that he would want to. He was only doing this now out of obligation. "If you ever get knocked up by someone else, all of your pups die. Whoever you fucked will die. You will die." Not entirely true, but she didn't know that. It would serve as a warning for her to behave herself. The woman was scarred, yes, but that didn't make her ugly. Keelin was quite attractive and that would make her desirable to other males.

Since she'd seemed willing, Merrick rolled onto his pale back, using big, powerful forelegs to heft the small woman so that she lay down the length of his belly. "Are you so eager then for me to plant pups within you, Keelin?" Both wide paws settled upon the fae's hips as he looked up at her from his pillow of stone. He was always eager to be inside of the brindled woman and she always seemed eager to be invaded by him.

"Merrick Mendacium"