death machine(s)

"If I take on a few more of these bears, will you give me a fancy title?" She teased. After all, the seductress felt like she was doing a lot of the heavy lifting around her lately. Granted, Vidarr was doing even more. But then, the dear went and made a pack, so what did he expect? 


Her words were light, despite the effort she was currently exerting. After all, her body was her greatest weapon. She honed it to an art, weather for fighting or for fucking, she wasn't fussed. After skewing her horns through the tendons of its back leg, she yanked them - and a considerable amount of blood - out again. Vidarr was keeping it busy, despite the pain she dealt it. But as it struggled to maintain it's balance, She leaped up, pushing her body against it. "Bear your throat for my king, there's a good darling" She cooed, sticking out her tongue to catch a drop of blood that beaded and dripped from her antler.