A Day To Remember (Demonio)

N/A · 06-01-2013, 03:01 PM

Desdemona couldn't remember her parents, her siblings she had killed upon her six month anniversary to the day of her birth. Bathed in the blood of her kin, she had roared, her voice not yet developed fully, raspy and still shaky, the rest of the pack had roared their approval, hoisting her high and welcoming her into the fold. From there she had trained ruthlessly, without love, care, or remorse. Such things didn't exist for her, they were nothing but words to be scoffed at and disapproved. Love didn't exist, kindness was a myth, affection a laughable token. She had thought that her first love had shown her otherwise, she thought she had understood how wonderful these emotions could be, she thought she had been saved, cured, only to be thrown back into the darkness head first. Joining Valhalla, the volcano, wandering alone, she had thought she had been sliding back to the darkness of her past... but she hadn't been. In all reality, she had never left. Yes she had been taught kindness and a form of love... but then she met Demonio.

And everything she had ever known to be truth had shattered.

Demonio had grabbed her in that dark place and flooded her with so much light, so much laughter, so much utter joy, she had thought at first she might have died, surely it was a sin to feel this good all the time. he blindsided her, destroying everything she was and rebuilding her into something fantastic, something wonderful, something that would crave him day in and day out. He was her soul, the very core of her being, the reason she drew in oxygen and the reason she expelled carbon dioxide. She could not survive without him, her body would break down, her mind would falter and die and her emotions would seal themselves away from the rest of the world. There was no life without her lover. There was nothing if he was not here. He was her everything and he always would be.

He would catch her and they would tumble, she sealed her eyes away from the world because with his body so tightly pressed against her, with his scent drowning her in its musky desire, the world didn't exist, nothing else mattered, just the heat of his body and the beat of his heart. The world could plunge to hell for all she cared so long as he would never leave her, never stray from her side. She would bathe him in her love, in her affection. She would drown in his desire and she could think of no place else she would rather be, she would submit to him because he was hers. Now, forever, always. His tears would slip, vanishing into her fur and she would raise even farther, to swipe her tongue at the moisture that had gathered upon his maw. In happiness or depression she never wished to see him cry. "Always, I am yours." She relaxed beneath him, entirely submissive as she caressed his maw with kisses. She slid out from underneath him and widened her stance, her head careening back to gaze at him, as her tail coiled around her flank, moving out of his way. "Love me Demonio."

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