:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Malignus was taken by surprise.

The sound that escaped the young girl's jaws as he damaged her was not one of pain, the keening whine he had expected failing to fall from her lips. No, instead it was a low rumbling, sending ripples through her pelt and into his where he paused, shocked by the sensations that had overtaken his body. In a way he had never before experienced, this under-aged woman had excited him to a point where he could barely hold back from mounting her, his rising adrenaline causing him (for the first time) to forget the satisfaction he was about to receive by another's hand. He backed away from the black she-wolf, confused and shaken, a low-pitched noise tumbling from between his dark lips which was both questioning and demanding. In his heart a scary notion had come, unbidden. It was a desire to please a wolf other than himself, a want to give as much as he received. The thought damaged his well-stitched ego and, to distract himself, he launched back into his work, slightly more aggressive than he had been before, frustration and longing guiding his paw down her side to leave a trail of blood adorning her fur.

She stood, obedient to his assault, and her acquiescence of his dominant actions only served to feed the fire in his soul so that, when it was over, his tongue lolled in a harsh pant and his sides worked like bellows, puffing far more than would have been expected from such slight exertion. He turned from her grin and her voice to wash himself at the cool stream a little way off, cooling the fire that burned in his breast and aiding him in regathering his scattered wits. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. Upon completion of his task, he returned to the feminine shadow of his partner wet and shivering, but far more in control of his urges than he had been before.

The girl watched his approach, fighting to control her laughter upon realising the rather exaggerated reaction he had endured to the cold grip of the stream, and he had to smile sheepishly. Before he could reply to her little quip, though, she moved on to their business, her tone becoming rather matter-of-fact. He cocked his head at the change in atmosphere but did not dwell on it for long, as Widow moved into the snowy expanse without waiting for a reply. Sighing at the odd ways of females, Malignus settled in to watch her display.

The girl was magnificent.
Being who he was, Malignus even felt a twinge of jealousy that another should be on par with his accomplished acting skills, and he growled under his breath disdainfully, searching for a reason to criticize her display and finding none. She gestured to the stranger weakly, playing the wounded victim like a professional, and it was no time before the light-colored stranger had Widow leaning against her while they traipsed towards him through the snow. With a rather disgruntled expression, Malignus slunk through the undergrowth to hide himself behind a tree, golden eyes aglow as his skilled accomplice brought his unfortunate prize to his doorstep. As soon as the shadows swallowed the last thread of brown fur on the tip of the young girl's tail, Malignus was on her. In his haste, he knocked Widow out of the way with his shoulder, but his mind-set had shifted to one of lust and he did not register anything but what was happening beneath him. His strong forelegs clasped the lady, and he grabbed her ruff between his teeth so that he drew blood, forcing her head low lest she attempt to howl for help. Having not had another woman in awhile, the moment was swift for the warrior and he had soon satisfied his need, pausing to rest upon her back while he waited for the tie to break, ignoring the whining and shivering of his prey with the callous attitude of a repeat offender.

At last the swelling subsided and he removed himself from his perch, although he kept his jaws firmly locked on the girl, lifting her head and exposing her vulnerable throat for Widow to tear out. She was too weak to fight much, her skin bloodied by Malignus' frenzied biting and her weak, winter body exhausted from supporting his well-muscled frame. He only hoped the tricolor killer would work her magic fast, for he too was tired and wanted nothing more than to flop onto the earth for a well-deserved break.