Battle Scars[Demonio]

He'd managed to return to her within an hour or two, how long he took exactly he wasn't sure, but since the moment he left the den his only thought was Desdemona. No thinking had been required during the hunt, it was something his body knew well, something he could do in his sleep if need be. Even as his fangs had dug into the fawn's neck and the blood had oozed into his mouth, his only thought was returning to his mate's side and present her with the delicate meal he had caught.


Her breath ghosted over the skin covering his neck, her tongue tracing a line of goosebumps across his neck, a shiver rolling down his spine at her touch. It started at his shoulders, rolling through his thick muscles before extending all the way down to his spine and down his tail, flitting away with a flick of his tail. Even her simple touch drove him mad. She had him in deep and he never wanted to find a way out. She could keep him imprisoned for as long as she wanted, he would never protest. His beautiful mate pressed herself harder against him at the tuck of his chin, as if she were trying to meld her body straight into hers. Demonio responded accordingly, pressing his own massive frame against hers, using his body to tell her that he felt exactly the same way. If he could he would tuck her inside of him, right next to his heart so she would always be safe and always with him. A sigh escaped his lips. He could always wish.


Audits flickered forward to catch her sweet words as she spoke. He had outdone himself. Not really, but if she saw that way then who was he to argue with her? Only for you mi corazon. He murmered gently, his legs turning to jelly beneath him but somehow still able to keep him up as she bathed his maw in a sweet kiss, her frame pulling away from his. His body cried out in desperation, hating the space that now seperated them. He watched her with icy and maroon eyes as she moved over to the carcass, choosing one of the hind legs, her pearly whites digging easily through the muscle of the fawn, a gentle nod motioning him to join her. Not one to disobey his lover, Demonio stood, striding over to Desdemona's side, taking the second hind leg, haunches folding beneath him as they brought him to rest beside his mate, jaws clamping over the delicate meat as he too began to dig in.


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