Malignant Felicity is a paradisaical abode to the faithful remains of a mighty pack. Once ruled by the magnificent wolf Genocide, now the wolves of this pack follow the laws of the Alpha Lance, son of Sorna, Beta and Genocide's best friend...
The sounds of crashing water fill your auds as you enter this tropical paradise. The tall trunks tower above you. The treetop canopy's seem to shade the beautiful land from the sun's rays. What a paradise this place seems. This place dubbed Malignant Felicity. As you draw closer to the boarders a stench slowly devours the air around you. The stench of death.
"Beware..." scream the birds from above you. "She kills for games. She kills for fun." Something deep inside tells you to listen. Your body tells you not to go no further. Do you listen or do you dare move into the pack borders. This could be a life or death decision...
Follow the Queen, or become a corpse that lines her border. The choice lies with you.
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Posted on May 25, 2015 at 11:27:13 PM by DEVIL May Cry
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I'm a little surprised that she doesn't think to run to safety when I move toward her with dark purpose. Though I can be quite devious, I'm not cutting corners on this day. I'm high off of my kill and I don't care who knows who and what I am. My golden eyes are intense and flare with a life of their own, hinting at every dirty little thing I could and would do to her in an instant with no remorse. She is mine for the taking and she's only making it too easy with her determination to hold her ground. Even as I rub alongside her and rake my teeth on her spine, she doesn't move but I can feel her adrenaline rising as her hairs tickle my chin. As I move around to her other side, I can see one bright sapphire eye watching me and it only excites me, makes me want more. As I raise up, I almost expect her to move, to dodge or to retaliate with snapping jaws but instead I feel the satisfying heat of her body beneath me as my jaws snap closed on the scruff of her neck, like white lace in my mouth. She does fight back, at least momentarily. I can feel her muscles tightening as she pushes upward but my weight wins in the end, weighing down on her and finally she gives in somewhat, her body sinking but she never completely gives in. Too bad because that's what I ultimately want. I can feel her tail arching up, determined to be equal to mine and snarls rip through my body, both in pleasure at the challenge before me and in disapproval of her need to fight back. I can feel the energy rumbling beneath me like a live bomb but isntead of running for cover, I only want to arm it and use it to my own devices. I WILL own her fire or I'll extenguish it. She continues to fight back and I dig my teeth deeper into her scruff even while I let my claws do the same to her neck and shoulders. My tail slinks alongside her tender abdomen, tickling and caressing lightly, a betrayal of the power of force I'm continuing to use against her. I'm trying to overwhelm her system with sensations, push her to the point of giving in. I hear her daring words and I wait through the pause, chuckling through the fur and skin when I feel her hips buck beneath me. I only tighten my hold around her, pushing my own pelvis further against her. I release her scruff if only to bring my dripping jaws to her ear, whispering silkly sweet. "If you were any other wolf, you'd be dead or on your knees. Instead, you're mine to break. Submit to the darkness or fall prey to it, not that you have much of a choice." I let my fangs caress her inner ear before I drag my mouth down the back of her neck, tongue rasping out to lick at the wounds I caused even as I push further against her, overwhelming her from all sides as my jaws part again, saliva dripping as the snarl rumbles continuously from my chest, the word coming out as more of a roar. "SUBMIT." |
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