What Happens in the Altar ...

When she dipped her muzzle into the water, looking up at him with those cyan eyes barely above the surface, he couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his mind. It would be so easy to drown her under the water. The image was so clear in his head, as he imagined her thrashing beneath him, clawing wildly at whatever she could. Her movements slowing down, before a burst of bubbles rose to the surface. Her lungs filled up with water, making her more buoyant. Her body floating to the surface, still warm enough for him to have a little fun.

Apologies. Her voice brought him out of his mind, as his gaze shifted back to her again. He called her a bitch, which he expected to piss her off. But instead, she found it humorous, which wasn’t what he was expecting. She nudged him with her shoulder, and the first thing he noticed was how soft and supple her musculature was compared to him. His flesh lined with goosebumps, lips twitching as he fought back a sneer. He wanted to feel more.

He attempted to lean in towards her, wanting to follow her shoulder bump with one of his own. Aurelia. He repeated her name inside of his head as he leaned in, wanting to press against her with more pressure than a casual nudge. “By who?” He asked, not really caring to know who taunted her. What he did want to know, was what type of crowd she belonged to. Who she belonged to. Because he wanted her for himself.


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