truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
Perhaps things would be different for Enderly should he conceive children with a mate. After all, Banshee has simply been there and was a release and Naamah he had craved. It was quite something of obsession the way he had went about chasing her, being led by her obsidian tail, and it had been passionate. Only it wasn't so much so that she had chosen him over the other male. In the end Enderly had been left with a bitter taste of rejection and it was a taste he sorely hated. It was no wonder he had such a hard time with the children that he had sired for they were not from a union. To be quite frank he was rather startled at himself for the deep bond he had created with Sanguine. Who knew how it would be to raise actual pups from birth?
Eris was slippery. In a way it made him crave her that much more yet had not the last female who had been just the same (well, not just) proved his desires ill-founded? That is why here in this moment he pushes her to a brink of decision. He does not wait until he and her have shared a time of passion as he had done with Naamah; does not wait for his seed to be planted into her womb. Clearly that hadn't made the last female desire his presence in her life and he would not make the same mistake twice. Should Eris refuse his offer then Enderly would, quite frankly, leave her in the dust. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice... or so was his thoughts.
She moves with a languid grace of one who knows they are beautiful. Enderly made his desires clear to her from the moment he met her and why couldn't she flaunt herself? For in his eyes she was a gorgeous creature, her alabaster fur bright against her blue eyes. The bit of black that curls around her maw, well, he fancies it is a stain from his own maw to hers, a bit of a demon kiss that would forever mark her.
Each movement he makes against her, his teeth digging gently into her skin and his voice rushing hot into her ear, it is designed to entice her the way she entices him. To create a more favorable outcome for once she declares what he wishes, well, Eris could not get away from him. Extraordinary, she calls him, and he lifts his head now, his tail following. Stole the heart of a goddess, she says, and his eyes flash bright suddenly for she treads dangerously close to the words he wishes to hear. Not I love you - but yes. Yes.
Mine.
On that one word he lets loose a fierce growl of possession, her nip making his body quiver with excitement and he cannot stop the way he pushes towards her, his teeth biting against her neck and moving around now to position himself to claim her in the primal way that all animals claim; to mate. To own her, to share with her himself and possess her wholly. If she will allow then he will take what she has to offer and give much back, a prelude to the winter season, and he will grip her with his claws and make her his. If she refuses then he will huff in feigned annoyance and push against her with that gleam in his silver eyes.
When it is done - whatever happens - he will press his maw against her fine cheekbones and rub his own cheek there and down across her black mark.
"This mark," he murmurs in a husky tone,
"it was a foretelling of a demon touching your body, Eris."