What Happens in the Altar ...

As he loomed over her his head slightly tipped downward, as he brought his muzzle down to bring his jaws closer to her face. His lips were still curled back,  fangs shimmering in the moonlight as it reflected off the water to illuminate his features. Through the steam, he was able to see her face clearly, and the hardened expression that shot daggers at him. She must have hated him, given how he constantly tried to dominate her. Tried to put her down. Craved seeing her writhe in his presence, disgusted by his demands. And he loved it.

One of her paws rose to press against his chest, using it to stabilize herself. He leaned into her slightly, wanting to increase any uneasiness she might feel. But not enough to make her limb buckle. The memory of her clawing at him while he pinned her down came to mind, and he wondered if she would try to do it again if he suddenly lunged to grab her by the throat. Speaking of her throat. His gaze trailed down to it, and he caught a glimpse of the punctures his fangs left behind. He thought about how easy it would have been to slice through her jugular, and feed on her blood while it was still warm. But that damn smoke had made him so sleepy.

”Do you live your life always this fucking uptight? The growl bellowing inside his chest became louder. ”Why don’t you try calming down? You might actually enjoy yourself.” She gestured toward the hot spring that was prepared with petals and leaves. He couldn’t deny the aching of his muscles, as his body was fatigued after fighting the polar bear for a second time. Not to mention, the wound on his side was still healing. It might do some good to actually relax for once. She just needed to listen to him.

His growling slowly dissipated until it stopped completely, and he brought his face down more to align his muzzle with hers, to stare directly at her face and into her eyes. If she didn’t retract herself, there were only a few inches separating their lips. And there was an intensity in their closeness that he couldn’t deny. “Then don’t test me.” One last warning, which was more than he gave others. There was just something about this girl that kept him enthralled, and he didn’t want to ruin it just yet. Perhaps this was how his father felt when he acquired new toys. With a sigh, he pushed off with his paw that was on the ledge, pivoting his body to sit directly beside her in the pool. More water splashed out before it settled around them, and he sank down until only his neck and head were poking out. “What’s the point of this anyways.” He grumbled, thinking all these flowers, leaves, and burning herbs were a waste of time. Did it really have some type of medicinal effect? Or was she just crazy?

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