Wicked Little Thoughts

For much of that morning, Sephiran had been sorting through the clay pots that stored the band’s harvested venom. Making sure they were appropriately labeled, depending on which snake they came from. Pushing the fresher stores in the back, and the older in the front to be used first. And setting them in a place that would be hard to reach by raiders, if they were infiltrated. It was a valuable resource, after all- one he would target in a raid.  

Emerging from the subterranean, Sephrain shook the debris from his pelt before sauntering into the ancient circle of stones. At that moment, Kaino emerged from the mist- her scent announcing her arrival, before she appeared beside him. Brushing her shoulder against his, flashing that inebriating smile of hers. The contact made his pelt bristle, a low, guttural-sounding hum bellowing inside of the beast. His first thought, was that she was here to fuck some of her frustration out- or perhaps, celebrate a successful move into a new territory. But instead, his mind was sent spiraling- the words seeping from her jaws, catching him off guard.

The smile that cracked his lips was uncanny- pulling deeply into his features, revealing the entirety of the hazardous fangs inside of his mouth. “And how would you do so, Kaino?” Pivoting, he turns into her- brushing his shoulder into hers, and down the length of her ribs until they are standing perpendicular. “Would you gift me the head of a king or queen?” His tongue slipped out of his mouth, caressing his fangs, saliva pooling at the mere thought of a bloodied, decapitated alpha sitting at his paws.  

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