Battle Scars[Demonio]

She was an angel sent straight from heaven, specifically made for him, almost custom ordered. Her beauty far-surpassed that of any other female in his eyes, despite the ugly marks that now marred her looks. If anything, they made her that much more gorgeous. She was his warrior queen and he her humble soldier, ready to put down his life for her without a second thought. She had rescued him from a dark place and he would forever remain in her gratitude, repaying her that only way he knew how; with love.


Just the thought of little mini Demonio's and mini Desdemona's frolicking around sent his heart into a frenzy. He'd never pictured himself finding a mate and settling down or even starting a family. He had never thought it possible since the death of his sister and yet here he was, wading in the cool water with the most incredible woman on the face fo the planet. Her past had dictated her a warrior and yet the ivory brute knew in his heart that she would make an amazing water. Just look at the way she treated him, fawning him with kisses, constantly wanting to be in his presence, always offering words of encouragement and love. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be the best mother out there. He would do his best to be the best father to their children, to raise them right and show them all they needed to know to be able to make it on their own. His mate's words broke his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.


A gentle smile curved his jaws as she asked if pups were what he wanted and if so she would give him as many as he wanted. You are what I desire my love and if pups will bring you joy, then I will give you as many as you would like. Although if the gods will it, I would love to have a little girl so she could take after her mother, beauty and all. Butterflies attacked his stomach at the thought of an exact replica of Desdemona running around, calling him daddy and her mommy, stirring up trouble with her antics. Their children were going to be amazing because their mother was amazing. Her whine filled his ears at his attentions, his own low sound emitting from his larynx in response.


The pair remained soaking in the clear water for some time, the blood and dirt having been sufficiently cleansed from his woman's wounds. When she felt she was ready, his mate stood and of course Demonio was right beside her, hoisting her up with his bulk. The water streamed down her pelt in rivulets and before he could protest she gave herself a good shake, pelting him in water, soaking his matching alabaster hide as if he too had taken a dip in the water. She apologized, though clearly she didn't regret it, amusement in her bi-colored jewels, coy smile upturning her kisses as she whispering into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He shook his head, not caring about the water that now clung to his pelt, a chuckle of amusement rumbling in his chest as he assisted Des up the hill to their den until she was able to lower herself onto the den floor, practically collapsing.


He stood at the entrance of the den, taking the opportunity to shake himself free of the water, his fur fluffing out just a bit, making him look like a giant fluff ball before he gave himself another shake to settle down his coat. Satisfied, he strode forward, coming up infront of his mate, nuzzle her cheek gently before he reached up to grab one of her ears, gently tugging it on before he released to speak. And what would my queen wish to dine this day? he whispered, willing to find her whatever she desired. Nothing was off limits for her.


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