Tusk

Dread's control over himself has slipped, shifted some. The control he exacts now, over the girl curled against his chest... this felt right. At least in his mind, it felt right. And even if curiosity had killed the cat, there was the idea satisfaction would bring it back. Where would the fun be in leaving either of them unsatisfied. Then again, there was something about being positively insatiable, coupled with the way he absolutely refuses to let her go.

It was an appropriate place for a god complex, and Dread would let the appeasement go to his head. It fills his chest with warmth, a low, murmured hum in his throat. Holding her closer, a dark chuckle filling the space between them. Softly dragging a claw down her side, remaining close as he speaks. "Think? Babe, you and I both know," he chuckles, grasp moving from Deluge's side to her muzzle instead. Lifting it to steal a kiss. "You're mine." He's keeping her, Dread's words carrying a sort of finality as he speaks. All he knows is serious, sorry.
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