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He lingered without, knowing that the cave beyond was much too small for both his bulk, her prey, and her. The entrance itself seemed to be formed perfectly to her size – though it had not been missed that her abdomen had swelled in the past weeks. The very notion of infiltrating her den had perhaps been a negligent one, but the smell of lupine blood was far too tempting to ignore. Besides that, he craved her nearly as much as he craved the meal she kept to herself within her hold. His head was dipped slightly to peer within her cavernous den, eyes slowly adjusting to the dimness. Despite the black coloration of the boy, the fact that he was wolf did not escape him. The fact that she had been successful without him prickled a thought at the back of his mind – that although they were so similar in their desires and cravings, both were solitary beings. The fact that they had come together did not mean that it must be an eternal thing. She was simply the only wolf he cared to keep company with and not devour; or at least not in the bloody sense of the word.
Suddenly the darkness of the entrance to her dwelling is illuminated by her white form, though it is far from pure. Immediately Reaver lifted his head, pulling back slightly and almost growling as she came to close to him. But the stench of blood fills his nostrils and distracts him, and then she is pressing her muzzle into him. She rubbed her snout against his and his lips lifted in warning, but as his tongue snaked forward to curl over his teeth, he instead chose to extend it and lick the blood from her maw. It was a most sentimental of kisses, indeed. The taste drives him wild, eyes rolling in ecstasy as she states plainly that this place – this meal – was hers and hers alone. It is then that his eyes snap back to attention, nose curling in distaste at her challenge.
Passing closely to her, he nips lightly at the bulge of her stomach, not to cause her harm, but to acknowledge the presence of the pups that damn well better be his within her abdomen. That, and he knew she had a penchant for pain. At the entrance to her palace, he eyed the opening, knowing his form would be incapable of passing it. He reached forward, clawing at the stone on both sides and the floor, looking for a weakness where he could make the opening wider. But the stone did not give way in any spot and so he lowered his body to the cold floor and crept forward, snaking his head through the entrance and extending a single foreleg. Despite his inability to fit his broad shoulders through the opening, perhaps he could reach forward, grasp the carcass with his claws and drag it back closer to the opening. Alas, it proved to be just out of reach, and he would make no bigger fool of himself in this.
Withdrawing he rises, pointedly glaring at the white shewolf, ready and waiting for her to fulfill her promise. He moves back to her, nose trailing along her spine and neck until he reaches her face. Another love nip is given, this time to her cheek, once more tasting of the blood of her meal. The meal she must now share with him.
REAVER
SIX - 42 IN/216 LBS - CASANOVA - ALONE - TOBIAS x AALIYAH