Doomed from the Get-Go

The moment his tongue met her flesh, and the taste of blood and her sweat spread across his tastebuds, Sephiran had a moment of ecstasy, Given their closeness, he could also smell the scent of her pheromones, which further enticed him. But her sudden gasp of pain, the yelp that came from her as she pulled her wrist away from him, was the icing on the cake. The warmth that had settled within his abdomen increased in ferocity, spreading down into his hind limbs and up into his chest. The lust he felt at this moment was nearly insuppressible, and as she pulled away and stated she needed to leave, Sephiran was quick to push himself toward her. He pivoted, trying to place his larger body in front of her. He didn’t want her to leave. Not until he was done with her.

But, unfortunately for the young Saxe boy, his night with the girl would be cut short. Just as he moved to place himself in front of the girl, a sudden flash of blue irrupted from the tree line. Sephiran’s head instinctively turned towards the sound, ears falling flat against his skull as a vicious snarl filled the small clearing. With only seconds to spare, the boy leaped to the side, trying to avoid the large wolf that was hurtling itself at him. But, he wasn’t able to avoid it completely. The man’s shoulder clipped his own, which made him stumble away several feet before he sloppily regained his footing. Get the hell away from my daughter!  His tail dropped to align with his spine, pelt bristling as his eyes narrowed to match the man’s body language. Sephiran may have been in the wrong, having preyed upon someone’s kid. But that didn’t mean he was going to roll over and take a beating either.

He took a few seconds to observe the newcomers who had interrupted his playtime. The male, who was the girl’s father given his threat, had protectively placed himself in front of her. A woman had descended to her side, and was speaking to her but Sephiran couldn’t understand what they were saying. He kept his attention on the blue wolf, who was much larger, and older than himself. His eyes were ablaze with anger, and behind that, was worry. Worry for his daughter's safety, Sephiran presumed. He had seen that look in his mother’s eyes before, but never his father’s. He couldn’t help but wonder how Apollyon would have reacted, should the tables had been turned.

Clearing his throat, Sephiran spoke out against the man who was guarding his daughter. ”She was being attacked,” He said, a low growl accompanying his words. “And would have died if I hadn’t shown up.” His eyes never left the man standing before him. Though it may have seemed like it outwardly, he wasn’t trying to win over her father by playing the knight in shining armor role. Even though he was unintentionally doing so. No, in his grandiose mind, he had played the role of god. If it weren’t for him, she would have been ripped to shreds by those coyotes. If it weren’t for him, they would have pillaged her lifeless body, and used her death to threaten whatever wolves trespassed into their territory. If it wasn’t for him, her father would have found her decimated body, instead of the coyotes he had left behind. And, if it wasn’t for him, her little wrist wound, which he had tended to, would be the least of her worries. Fucking him was the least she could have done to show him some appreciation for what he did... Or so, Sephiran believed.

”Speech”