close but no cigar

She was afraid. His eyes of glowing embers roved over her tiny body. She obeyed. He saw every protruding rib along her side and the thin angles of her hip bones.

She gingerly sat between his arms and he lifted his massive paw and gently brushed it over her ruined cheek. His father had done a true number on her. Her clear blue eye was deep and frightened. Terrified of what he would do to her. He remembered his first night with Abaddon and how he learned that the pleasure he had taken from the silent slaves was stolen from them, that they endured in pain... He would not be benevolent if he didn't make efforts to nourish and protect his flock, even from himself.

"I will show you... a different way... to celebrate." He said with a low hungry rumble. Excited to show her something new. She had only known pain from his monstrous father. His face was stoic and neutral but his eyes softened with delight as his paw traced the cry line over her cheek to under her chin. Drawing her nose up toward his mouth with the tip of a claw. He drew his nose close to hers until they shared a breath. He tilted his head and let the tip of his tongue brush her lips with all the weight of a butterfly's wing.