What Happens in the Altar ...

Although she didn’t dramatically jump out of her skin, she was startled by his sudden appearance. Her tensed muscles caused a shift in the water, sending out small ripples that moved the flower arrangement she had set up. It was a rather peculiar sight, something she had obviously spent a lot of time constructing. But Sephiran didn’t care for it at all. What he did care about, was the aggravating nickname she gave him, before dismissing him from her presence. His pelt bristled immediately, the erect pattern expanding down to the end of his tail that curled over his hips. His sly smirk morphed into a sneer, displeasure overcoming his expression. “Watch your tongue,” He seethed, tongue rolling inside of his mouth in a display of aggression, as he bared his fangs at her. “Or I’ll take it from you.” And as she moved away from the edge, paddling towards the deepest part of the hot spring, Sephiran followed after her. He didn’t miss a beat, as his larger, muscular body entered the pool and caused water to splash up in the wake of his movement. Which sent most of her little flowers onto the shore in waves.  

Even when she taunted him again, trying to settle on the opposite side of the pool, he kept advancing towards her. If she didn’t jump right out, he would attempt to close the space entirely, as he sought to raise a paw and place it beside her head, to loom over her in the pool. To corner her between the edge and himself.“If you need to be taught another lesson.” A sudden spout of steam rose up from the spring, dissipating into the night sky as Sephiran glared down at her. “Just say so.” It was a threat, but there was something else lingering in his tone, that hinted at something far more… sexual. Father had taught him, women acted up when they needed to be fucked. He was still disappointed that he hadn't ravaged her the first time. So, tonight he could make up for that.  

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