Where The Edges Blur

She draws closer to him, he tongue working against the wound. This was interesting, never has one approached him and ran their tongue against his flesh. This type of attention hasn?t been known to the man since the time that he was just logged near his mothers side, just a warm bundle of home and whispers of glory.

But here Ellis was, her tongue working the wound. His mind seemed to make him forget himself for just a moment, that head of his turning toward hers, his tongue swinging outward as he attempts to swing it gently against her ear, a pleasurably rumble vibrating his vocal cords. But as soon as the moment presented itself, it was gone, the male swinging his head away to gaze at some distant point, his tail twitching sporadically behind him as the mental jostling of two divine tried to work themselves up or down, back and forth.

What did you do when everything stopped moving?

Her words where taken in by the male, though he didn?t answer immediately, nay, he would only flick his gaze toward her, brow drawing toward. She would ask him if he wanted something for the pain, the paste was not enough it seemed. But if he did accept, would that make him less of a man? Less of a god for these mortals to follow? Less of a figure to be feared and respected all in the same fine stroke?

?We do not,? he chains together his words in a fluent sentence, his mind clearing long enough. ?We actually would prefer to see your den.? He calmly states, his paws carrying him gradually over to her, storm eyes swirling emotions tainted intentions.


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