Little Wolf

N/A · 04-28-2014, 01:03 AM

A stray breeze would blow in and with it would carry the all too-familiar scent of his dear and lovely sister Cataleya. But...ah, but there was something different to her scent this time. There was the stench of pregnancy, he remembered it well from the time that she had gotten knocked up by the blue boy. So she had been whoring herself out again, had she? How predictable. It would make sense that she would seek out other partners when Demyan wasn't around. Hell he had had his share of bitches that he'd fucked during his adventures away from Alacritis. Of course, most of them were either dead or wishing they were dead, so there was that. There wasn't a wolf who could quite appreciate Demyan's fucking like his sister. But as she came into sight, he noticed a whole new element to her scent; another man.

He had smelled the blue man on her when she'd been pregnant before, but his scent had been stale, which meant that it had only been a one-night stand as it should've been. As Cataleya came to stand before him, the scent of the other man was fresh. As in she was with him now. Rage coursed hot through his veins as his cyan eyes hardened to steel. Nickolai smelled the difference in his companion's sibling's scent too, his tail flicking with interest. The silver woman was in for a good one this time. Well look what the cat dragged in. Bored with life again? He would stare death at her as he allowed himself to come to stand to his full height of 40 inches, tail curled dominantly over his hips as his ivory blood-stained lips pulled back against his equally bloodied fangs, a snarl rumbling in his chest. No words would pass through his jaws, knowing that she knew damn well he could smell the other man on her. Who the fuck did she think she was? She belonged to him not some other bastard. She could fuck whoever she wanted when he wasn't around, but she belonged to him. What did she not understand about that?

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