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She seems to expect my every move, her beautifully fluffed hackles rising before I even make a move. I race straight in, not toying with her as I might have when we were young and playful, barely teasing the surface of how cruel we can be to each other. Now we are mature and our bites have only grown more fierce since childhood. I know my strengths and I know that my weight is my best advantage with her. While she is quick and agile, I am thick and brawny, built for slamming and pinning. I know that if I can get her on the ground, she's as good as surrendering. As I run at her, she raises up, an unexpected move. I snarl my rage at her move for retaliation, the dominant in me wanting her to bow down and give in to my rage, not fight it. But of course Ani has always been a wild card and that's part of why I love her so much. She never gives me what I want and it keeps me on my toes, keeps me coming back for more. I feel her legs wrap around me and her teeth connect with my scruff. I snarl and snap my head back, big jaws snapping at the air, making audible cracks in the air but I can't reach her just yet. She starts shaking her head and I can feel the skin ripping. I yearn for the pain, for the pleasure it brings me. My snarl ripples through me, both a warning and an invitation for more. My head manages to get her chest at some point and while my skull aches a little afterward, I know I managed to punch the air from her lungs and I find a tiny victory in that. I snap my jaws at her back legs, pushing forward, still trying to take her off balance but she keeps time with me, backing up like we're performing a dance. Somehow I feel that if I stop, she'll let up but she knows me better than me. She knows I'll never stop. When I let my words rip from my gut, she suddenly releases and rolls off to the side. I go after her snapping, trying to grab anything I can catch and pierce the skin, wanting to taste her delicious blood because it's been gone from me for so long. She ends up on her spine and I take the opportunity, pinning her as I snap at her face, my good eyes piercing and vicious. At first I expect her to surrender, to finally taste that victory but she holds back, her eyes flashing with anger as she snarls and snaps back up at me. She catches my lip and I pull back, ripping it. I taste my own blood and I lick my lips, reveling in it as I continue my assaults on her, trying to bite her wherever I can reach, to let her feel the hurt I've felt since she's been gone. She screams back at me and my snarls only deepen, revealing my doubt. She didn't have to. How could she? Her next words cause me to pause though. Kill it? Kill what? Could she be talking about the child? I pull my head back, blinking as if in a daze as I search her features for the answers. She starts pushing at me with her paws but I barely feel the claws raking at my flesh, my head trying to wrap around her words. Weakness? She killed it? My fault? How could it be my fault? She ducks her head and I inhale sharply, fearing she may be going for my throat but instead I hear her softened words breaking and I know that I finally have that taste of victory on my tongue. She killed the child. I finally understand. My body seems to slacken, my head suddenly reaching down and curling protectively around her, embracing her even as I pin her. I swipe my tongue out at her face, cleaning the cuts I created, grooming her coat the way I used to. My snarls have died down to murmuring growls, more like the pleasurable sounds I always made when she was around. Now that she has stopped fighting, I can relax and love her the way she's meant to be loved. I don't understand the hurt in her voice. She shouldn't hurt over the child. It had to be done. "You did right, Ani. It's going to be alright now. Everything's going to be okay." I whisper lovingly in her ears as I lick them and clean them. As quick as the anger came, it washes out like the tide. I know that it could come back at any moment but for now she deserves to be cared for and loved. I want to take care of her, even if I have an odd way of showing it. I always have. Adonis_male_six years old_entranced by Atania_father to 39", 190 lbs. Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to Atania |