Laughing seemed to be her defense mechanism, what she did when she did not know what to do or say. It was a bit adorable to be completely truthful, but Zorion shook the notion from his head – surely it was just another way to tear down his defenses and soften his intentions. But he would not be deterred – he would not allow her to ruin his plan or to destroy all of the months of training beneath Harries’ careful visage. Briefly, the brute wondered if she was still playing him, if it was still the succubus who was in charge, but then she smiled. It was not an alluring grin or a seductive smirk. No, hers was an innocent one, showing that she had fallen into his trap. He was in charge, and it was time to wrap up his little game and take his prize. After she spoke about her misfortune, he embraced her briefly, feeling her tense against him and he felt excitement grow within his loins at the expectation of the act he was about to commit. And then she leaned into him, and Zorion had to prevent himself from freezing. She seemed too innocent, too naïve to be the devil that Harries had taught him all femmes were. He inhaled, barely masking his gasp, and instead got a full scent of her perfume swirling in his vomeros.

Don’t do that Zorion, please. You’ll just end up getting hurt, or worse, if you try messing with that pack. It’s not worth it, please. I’m here with you now and that’s all that matters. I don’t want to lose you. His resolve stiffened and he let a smile drift to his maw as she turned her gaze toward the earth. Lifting a paw, he placed it beneath her chin and lifted her face. “Are you with me?” She smiled and he glanced away. His timing was flawless. The brute bit his tongue to prevent himself from gasping. He was excited and ready, he could feel himself craving her, craving the ability to cleanse her. But now it was different, something was different. He wanted to cleanse her… to have her. He wanted to save her from her devils so that she could have a new beginning… with him. It was wrong, and he knew it was only her succubus charms that was driving him to such fantasies…

Zorion, I feel the same way. Maybe that means we were meant to be together, to share a life together. Zorion glanced up at her, his voice low and deep and husky. “Lady, my dear. That is what I was thinking, but I was imagining that I would never be the type that you would go for. You are so intelligent and independent and beautiful…” Gently, he pushed her toward the tall reeds by the side of the river, leading her to the edge of the river. “Look down, and see what is there for the two of us. This is the start of something new…” Silently, he backed up and then suddenly leapt a top of her, grasping her scruff in his teeth, his weight pushing her against the soil firmly. “… and the end of your terrored reign.” His hind limbs squeezed together, holding her in place, immobilizing her. Thrusting, he entered her. “I shall cleanse of your sins and destroy the demon within you.” Again he took her, grunting and moaning, a guttural, instinctual growl emitting from his jowls. “My innocence shall triumph over your evils.” He fully took her, ignoring her crying and her weeping until finally his spread was shed within her, at which point he dismounted her, holding her cradled within his grasp. He had been gentler with her than Harries had ever been with any he had taken, but still the sight of blood running between her hind limbs excited him… and yet also filled him with guilt. “You have been exorcised, my dear, my sweet. You are safe for a while yet, now.” Holding her tightly to him, he smiled and fell into a light slumber, resting his exhausted muscles.




OOC- super powerplayed. Needed to get it done.