Let me love you

She had watched from the day her pups had been born how the brute had changed. How he had grown colder, restless. He was missing something. No more time would be wasted. She would give him exactly what he desired. She knew that it wasn't her. No, it was the golden Queen that had robbed his father of life. Lips would curl back into a wicked grin. Limbs would bring the woman closer, the gap vanishing between the two.

"Enough time has pasted. It is time for you to begin." Husky words would fall from her inky lips. Defenses would fall into the place easily. Had he been keeping up his end of the deal? Or had he failed? Smile would fade, but her lips remained curled back over fangs. Jaws unhinged, her body launching forward in a mock attack.

Had he gotten any better at fighting? It was time to find out. Blood would be drawn, she would taunt him endlessly, egging on his rage. Only then would the fun begin. She had ever intention of being fucked, and he would not be leaving until she was satisfied.

Blood would flow freely soon enough. The Queens throat would be ripped from her body. And it would all be done by Basilisk. She did not doubt that mans desire for her blood. But before she sent him out to battle, the woman needed to know he could follow through. Could he break the woman's soul? Could he torture the life from her pack and children? Could he break every bone in her body before watching her bleed to death? He didn't have a choice.

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"