A most peculiar perfume lingers upon the stagnant air upon his reaching the gaping opening. It has none of the tang of the earlier pair or the pungent scent of fear and he is most intrigued. Yet the beast that is he is carefree, his darkest desires sated for the time being and as such he lowers his massive frame to the ground. Pink muscle treads through his fur, cleansing himself of the male’s funk, while reliving his terror…his extreme pain as he drove himself into him over and over again. It causes a serene smile to grace his lips but really the gesture is sardonic and twisted.

The painted beast is halfway through his job when the faint echo of growls find his audits. Perked and refreshed he tilts his head, savoring the vicious sound soon followed by a whimper of hurt before all is silent again. Yet everything is in an uproar within the cavern of his mind as he replays the lyrical melody of gnashing fangs intermixed with carnal laughter again. It is on repeat, the malicious sound and he finds himself stirring again, a hunger growing hot within his loins. He wants the owner of that music; he wants them beneath him grounding it out over and over again until he hears it while he sleeps. Until it is so imprinted upon him that he hears it whispered upon every breeze and lurking around every corner. Yet, he is not simple minded, he knows that these caverns are twisting and winding. He knows that they will soon come and so he waits.

He is perched upon his belly, tail curled around his side, and head held high yet not with arrogance. He had little time for such silly posturing, he just was. His patience is rewarded when an alabaster siren emerges, her muscular build fascinating as she undulates past where he rests. Her sensual scent wrapping around his nose and squeezes before floating away; her voice rubbing against him in tease before wafting and he cannot help the guffaw that rises forth. Her confidence, her very aura screams dominate yet he knows she could be broken, they all could and he would delight in finding that one weakness that would unravel her. That would leave her bare beneath him, vulnerable and trusting that he wouldn’t flay her where she lay. It would be then that he would violently violate her in both orifices before leaving her broken like he had left the boy. But then…maybe the little minx might enjoy it, that would change the plans.

Oh it would change everything.

He does not move at first, leisurely watching her hips sway as she sauntered away. He knew that she wanted him to give chase, he just didn’t feel like moving just yet. He waits until she crests the hill, her serpentine bodice winking out of sight before rising. Even then he does not give chase too hard, instead slowly loping toward where she went, using her perfume to guide him. If she was smart she would give him a reason not to assault her when he found her, his steps silent as he stalked the bleached demoness. He was curious yet his aching appendage that glistened so starkly against his belly demanded something much more…pleasing.