Summer had come and with it a change in the scent of his bride. He knew the change in scent meant she was now no longer a healing and could become pregnant with his children now. He was getting older now and knew his time to gather children was becoming shorter with the seasons.

He moved down the beach, his jaws open as he tasted the salty air. With the air was the scent of Zariah, an intoxicating taste coupled with hers. The moon danced above, with the waves crashing beside him. Noctus had been left at his den, he had plans to track down Azariah. He had told her to hide upon the island tonight, that he wanted to hunt her. He had assured her though that the only pain she would receive would be from him showing her his affections when he caught her. He wanted to make this night interesting. If he had his way, his gift would be implanted within her womb by the morning. His gift would be his spawn, and he would be more amused by watching her figure out his gift than she would be. A tiny bit of cruelty from him but she had agreed to be his bitch and as his bitch it meant birthing as many litters as she could with him.

His eyes were alight with his hunger, lust and delight of the hunt he was on. His musk was heavy as he tracked down his fairy. He didnt send commands though. He wanted to find her without the use of his dominance. He continued down the beach, his purpose was to make sure she had followed his Instructions and stayed on the island. Though he doubted she would leave without him beside her.

She'd been told to hide, that she would be hunted tonight. Rather than feeling any fear, the crazy witch scurried through the underbrush of their isle and searched out small places where she could easily hide and dart away later. She did not intend to make it easy for him to find her, there would be no sport in it, so she would use several spots to her advantage. There was hardly any way she could leave him, though now would be the best time to do so. She didn't want to go anywhere, in a strange way, he completed her. Dark crimson stared out from behind her father's skull on her face, watching for any sign of her gargantuan mate.

She knew her birth season had come, but she wasn't entirely aware of the changes her body had been going through. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

He was certain she wasnt aware of what would transpire tonight. That her body sent out signals to him that she was ready to become a mother, a slave to her womb. That his seed would solidify her bodies maturity.

He finished a last check of the beach, satisfied that she hadn't left the island. His head then turned towards the forests. Could she see him from where she waited silently? It was a little thought in the back of his mind that perhaps she had turned his hunt into her own hunt as well. Females weren't always easy to predict when they came into season. He turned and moved towards the forested part of the island. He was fully aware that she could have chosen to move into their denning area when he finally had gone out to hunt her but he wanted to search the whole island first. He moved through the undergrowth with heavy footfalls. It was to scare her out of hiding if she heard. Then the real fun could begin. He could chase her at a leisurely pace until she became exhausted. It was a hunting strategy he had developed long ago.

He kept his nose to the ground and his hellish gaze on the paths ahead of him. Silence was all she would hear from him except for the falls of his paws. Though he carefully avoided any debris in his path. He gave a smirk as a fresh scent of her floated on the breeze. She was close he felt.

Aza had always been one for hiding, her bell always made staying a secret impossible, not to mention the chattering call of her best friend and faithless companion. The bird didn't rat her out this time, which was something she found a small measure of comfort in, but there was time for the avian to change her mind. Still, the young woman didn't want to be found just yet, she wanted to make this game last as long as she could. It was because she was nervous about what would come of their play. Would he be rid of her as a prospect for his queen, or would she be deemed worthy of his kingdom? What would the demon king do? Her ruby red eyes widened as she heard heavy paws against a beaten path, coal rimmed ears twitching as she lay still as a fawn as he came into view. She had seen this tactic before, when her family went on pack raids, the adults would flush enemy pups out with the heavy stomp of their paws. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Azariah tucks in her chin to her neck to grasp the bell around her collar.

Once the trinket is properly muffled with her tongue, Aza looks for faerie lights, and follows their path away from Lucifer's current direction and the one he seemed to be heading. She sought to flee silently away from him to hide within the thickly wooded area of their home, running the demonic titan around in looping circles should he follow her scent. Every now and again she would stop her jogging pace and make sure he couldn't see her in the underbrush, relaxing her jaw off her collar and looking around anxiously. It wasn't that she feared the devil, she feared what would happen now that she was a mature female. Her mother had never spoken with her about this kind of intensity, this hunting behavior that Lucifer seemed so keen on. Still, it was rather thrilling, and she would keep herself just a few haunting steps ahead of the gigantic male to stretch out their day of "fun," ensuring that she had all day to weigh her options.

Walk. "Talk." Think.

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The titan demon stopped when he heard the slightest tinkle of her collar when she gripped it. It wasnt easy to fool him. In fact he could scent her here. Her heat was calling out to him, the scent driving all civility from his being. It was as his would one day call to her, to ready her womb to receive his child.

His ears swiveled and his eyes searched for her in the undergrowth. He knew she had been here now he just needed to figure out where she had went. He wasnt even aware of exactly where she was in her season just that she was and that he intended on ensuring that she was bred by him tonight, if not every night to ensure she became pregnant. He decided it best to just pick a direction, after all it was an island and eventually she would run into him one way or another. Especially if he tired of this game and set a trap of her favorite thing to entice her out. It was always a good thing that he had paid attention to what she liked. After all he had been working on his new accessory for a while to see how she would like it later.

He moved towards the north of the island with his nose and intent on Azariah. Her freshest scent leading him in circles and all over.