It's what you know

His vision blurred, sharpened, then blurred again—blood and lust and madness swirling in a chaotic, vicious dance. She was giving in, but not the way others had. Her body moved beneath him, shifting, accepting. And yet—yet there was no submission. Only that damned, unrelenting defiance. She was toying with him. Letting him in. But not to surrender. No, she wanted more. Something dark. Something he couldn’t quite grasp, couldn’t name—but it pulled at him all the same.

“M-ore?” he rasped, his voice a strangled snarl vibrating against her blood-slicked fur. His muscles jerked violently, body trembling as he adjusted his hold on her, fangs digging deeper. She taunted him, and he could feel it—the way she arched into him, the way her breath hitched in what could only be described as... pleasure? A wild, broken laugh tore from his throat, his limbs spasming uncontrollably as he shifted, pressing his weight against her, savoring the way she yielded and resisted all at once.

“You—don’t—break?” he snarled, voice stuttering out in sharp, uneven bursts as he ground his teeth against her skin, the metallic taste of blood flooding his mouth. His own muscles quivered with unrestrained energy, each twitch of his frame a jagged reminder of his lack of control. He felt her twist beneath him, her legs bunching, forcing him closer. A shudder ran down his spine, a visceral thrill that sent every nerve alight. What did she think she was doing? What game was this?

His breath hitched, fangs scraping against the wound he’d made as he jerked his head, pulling and twisting until the flesh strained and her blood flowed freely. “Enyo–” he snarled, but the words were mangled, caught between his need to dominate and the strange, feral urge to—what? Keep her. Mark her. Bind her so she couldn’t slip away. Snare her like a prey animal.

Her taunt hit him like a blow, a low, guttural growl thick with lust and defiance. “Is—that—all?” she hissed, and Redrum’s eyes blazed with fury, a feral snarl ripping from his chest. No, no, it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. He wanted to crush her, to feel her break beneath him, to watch that unyielding fire shatter—but then she smiled. A wicked, knowing grin that made something twist violently in his chest, made his entire frame convulse with a sudden, uncontrollable spasm. Augh. This woman.

“Do it.” The breathless rasp, the promise laced within those words, sent a jolt of raw, searing desire through him. His body locked up, every muscle trembling, twitching against hers in sharp, erratic bursts as his gaze fixed on hers. She—What did she mean? What did she want? He could feel it—the challenge, the dare, the dark, twisted need that mirrored his own, but it was tangled, confusing. He wasn’t sure he understood. But he wanted it. Wanted—

And then she lunged. Her teeth snapped close to his ear, hot breath washing over his fur as she pressed against him, her body a twisted mirror of his own hunger. The feel of it—the closeness, the intensity—sent another violent shudder tearing through him, his own breath hitching in a broken gasp as his muscles locked, twitching spasmodically against her. She was alive—so alive—and it made him want to drown in her, to let this brutal dance consume them both until there was nothing left but blood and pain and the wild, savage joy of being alive.

“Enyo.” he snarled, voice ragged and raw, each syllable trembling with the force of his own unrelenting need. “Bleed– damn you.” Because in this moment, in this clash of bodies and wills, there was no pain, no exhaustion—only them. Bound in blood and violence and the pure, primal ecstasy of this. At least, for this godforsaken moment.


Redrum vs Enyo for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Hawk-Eyed
"Murder"