fumes of lust

É R E B O S


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he was somehow found in between it all. caught up in things that he really didn't understand nor genuinely wanted. to some degree, he became rather inauthentic to his persona. was this how it would be? trading his dignity for political value? wasn't that the endgame? but there was no answer. not even a sigh from the massive brute who sought soltiude in order to gain closure. to better measure his agendas and examine their potential success. surely, a degree of deceit was needed. pertaining to widow, and everyone alike. he needed to bend rules to achieve his own grater satisfaction.
but there was more. a yearning he'd found. for.. his own thing. perhaps someone to soothe him from the jealousy he was bound to feel later on. or someone to fill in the gaps when he felt.. alone. it was all business to start. but what about after it? he craved for an intensity he could drink and fuck all night long- just him and her. but who? a mistress.. perhaps even a genuine lover outside his game of thrones. a secret double life with an outlet valuable to him. someone that was untouchable to others. a priceless desire.
the stress of his sex life was in the limelight. monogamy and polygamy were things he didn't think much about till recently. erebos was dominant & naturally not a male who shared his women. perhaps there could be an alternative to his problems and the complexity of his own preferences.
as erebos continued his thoughtful walk, the large male collided into the aroma of a female near by. an alluring, fresh scent. a newness to it that glimmered hope in him. hopefully he could decompress there, so he seeks the wolf out with a hard gaze- features stoic and firm.

"talk" 'think'