Fun time in the spring time

It was easy to follow the ebony witch while her pungent hormones screamed for release. She was in season, and the monarch knew she would quickly stray from his clutches. The babe was a slave and would never vow her loyalty to him, so he would follow her relentlessly until he caught her sin- And he did. He would watch the orgy unfold from afar, his presence concealed by the tree tops and downwind airflow. Frost colored eyes would trace her movements, gaze never lifting from his ebony witch despite the males straddling her. So badly he wanted to attack the filthy mutts, but he would remain in the tree tops, claws gripping the foreign bark. Ebony lips creased into a displeased scowl as he looked down upon her, thoughts of vengeance swirling behind a cold gaze. If he were to create a powerful kingdom he would need loyal servants, and the ebony babe was not loyal. She would no longer be needed. He would turn away from the scene, fleeing into the treetops until he was out of hearing range. He would leap to the ground and make his journey back to the algoma prairie, plans brewing behind cold eyes. He would achieve greatness without her.

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