Gained and lost

A rumbly growl started in his chest, and climbed into his throat when he scented her growing need, and felt the press of her muzzle against the side of his head. Not in warning, but in desire. Distance made the heart grow… more possessive. He leaned into her touch, and pulled her against him again. Leaning back, so she rested against his stomach, and he half lay against the cave floor. He pressed his paws into her sides, and nuzzled against her neck.

“I told you I would take you anyway I wanted, anywhere I wanted until I filled you with puppies.” He reminded her with a teasing snarl, nipping her coat with a gentle pull of his fangs. Until she had puppies, while she had puppies, after she had puppies… He would talk of her training once they sated their desperate need for each other. He returned her kiss, sliding his tongue along her muzzle. He couldn’t bring himself to care whose den this used to be. There was only Ignita, the taste of her lips, and the warmth of her fur.

"Basilisk & Ignita"