Ever Worry It Might Be Ruined

Noir decidedly did not seek nor desire this course for his life. He was older now and he had thought much about where he was. He had no legacy or progeny that he cared to acknowledge, and Duch’s were no different. If he had a choice this never would have happened. Instead thoughts of ending the path where they were right now heavily crossed his mind as the woman realized his own feelings of the matter. She was frightened of his reaction, and her shallow voice offered an apology. Duchess offered no solution, so Noir was going to be forced to take action into his own paws.

He suddenly surged to his feet before she could react he’d aim to bowl her over. If he was successful he’d use his superior size to get her on her back before starting to pummel her belly. Uncaring how much he injured her, his goal was to rid her womb of his spawn. There was no real expression on his face, only a silent determination in his task.