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There was a piercing pain that popped through Rogue’s side as Nimue’s fangs sunk a vicious bite into him, earning a teeth gritted growl from the dire brute. Fuck, that hurt! The pain only made the Klein prince want sweet, sweet victory all the more voraciously though, and his efforts were rewarded when his rolling maneuver that he definitely meant to do and wasn’t just going with the flow wound up with him on top of the scrappy little heathen. Unfortunately for the earth-hued fae, Rogue could not feel the love tonight, just the stinging pain of her bite, and with bared fangs and narrowed eyes, he slammed animus to the soft sands, pinning her body beneath him with one giant paw pressing down on her sternum.

Even in victory, the battle wasn’t over yet. Rogue was panting, breathing hard to catch his breath while taut muscles rippled and flexed as he fought against the fae’s struggling and thrashing, blood dripping down his leg as they wrestled against one another’s strength. Try as she might (and oh boy, did she try!), her short legs couldn’t reach up to him when he towered over her at his full height, using his greater size and weight to hold her down on the ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop fighting, it’s over!" he growled down at her, flexing his paw over her chest to press those deadly diamond claws into her skin, not enough to pierce her flesh, but enough to threaten that he could. "If I let you up, are you gonna chill the fuck out?" Rogue didn’t relish the idea of letting go of the psychotic little rage weasel just to wind up getting bit again.

"Rogue Klein"