The large male stared at the smaller female. Though she was smaller than him she was no longer the frightened lass that she had once been. Before she would cower before him, making herself even smaller. But now, she stood tall and firm in front of him. She was pacing back and forth in front of him as he spoke, but his words meant nothing. He knew that she wanted to hear his thoughts, to see what he thought of her and what their relationship was, if there even was something to call a relationship. Yellow orbs continued to stare into her orange ones as she paced and grew visibly more and more angry. Macaria's fur was already stiff and on end, her lips were bared and showing her daggers. At first the male was calm, speaking softly as if he was unphased by the whole situation. Deep down, he was greatly bothered by the situation. He knew that he had feelings for the female, but what those feelings were he still did not know. Before Macaria had come into his life he had been a changed wolf. He no longer thought of family or the values that his dad had taught him. He was focused on proving himself to Kershov and Abendrot, and becoming alpha had seemed to be the best way to prove himself once Ker had left. But then the female had come into his life. He thought of his family for he first time in what was probably years, and he was reminded of the old self he used to be.
And so the male was torn. There was a part of him that had remembered his old self. It would have been so different if he had found Macaria years ago. He would have treated her like a queen, courted her and loved her. But he was not sure if he was capable of love anymore, not that kind of love anyways. He had grown used to Macaria's company and had been surprised that he had missed her while she had been gone. But now the female was different, and his feelings for her, whatever they may be, had escalated very quickly. His new self was cruel and cold, turned off to the things that used to make him happy, now enjoying things that only demented and disturbed wolves would like. But now it seemed that the female was the type the liked such things. Finding her covered in her brother's blood, eating his flesh and getting nourishment from his blood was just the type of thing that turned the male on. It took all that was in him to not leap on her then and there, but they had not been alone. And as disturbed as the male may be, he was not one to force himself upon an unwilling being, not in that sense anyway.
But now they were alone, it was just the two of them. And Grey Wind could not deny the fact that he was enjoying being with her again. That she looked more attractive to him now than ever before. Her anger fueling his desire. Finally the male showed some emotion, a growl coming out of his own throat, his own teeth bared at the female. Macaria's darker form was fidgeting as he stood still. Though his own fur was on end now, both turned on and angry at the same time, but he was not pacing back and forth as she was. His yellow orbs continued to follow her every move, not looking away from her form for a second as she spoke. "I have no fucking clue who I am, Grey, but at least I can admit that. I am the Phoenix, slain only to rise again in my own ashes. The blood of my blood, spilt by my own teeth, is what has anointed me anew, and in this new body and mind of mine, I will yield to nothing, I will yield to no one. I will not be told no. I will not be controlled. I don't know who I am, Grey, but I know who I am not. I am not your goddamned slave, nor your prisoner. I am not the silent scared lass hiding in the corner. And I shall not be denied from my wants."
Before the male could respond to her words, she was upon him. He thought she was trying to harm her, finally snapping and attacking him. His bodice stiffened, trained muscles tightening as he expected her teeth and claws to dig into him, trying to cut and tear at his flesh in anger. But instead she felt her nares nuzzling into his neck. He was not used to affectionate touch, and instead of showing the proper emotion to the female he growled in response, unsure of what else to do, so doing the only thing he knew what to do in response to the unknown. His growl was cut off in his throat as she spoke, her words touching him down to his core. "You denied me once, Grey. You will not deny me again." Grey Wind wanted to take her right then and there. Wanted to feel her engulfing him, to find the type of pleasure he had yet to find with a female. But that would be too easy. His lips curled into a grin, as he turned his form to meet her gaze, his lust clear in his eyes as his pupils dilated, barely able to focus on anything but his primal feelings. ”So I've denied you have I? I do not recall anytime that you showed your desire for me, that you had any feelings for me. How could I deny you when you kept such feelings hidden from me?” Grey Wind's maw went to her throat, not in a threatening way but in a seductive and lust filled way. ”So, Macaria.” He purred her name as he spoke, continuing to move his maw along her throat, his ivories pushing into her tender flesh, but not breaking skin, at least not yet, in between words. If I have denied you so much, I guess I need to make up for it then, hm...?”
The male waited for a positive response from her, whether it be vocal or behavioral. Once he was sure that she was more than willing, he changed his position, pulling away from her to move towards her hind area. Instead of planting soft kisses along her form like most lovers, his teeth nipped at her, everywhere they could reach. Another growl, this one filled with nothing but lust, as he put himself in the correct position. Though he had never done the deed, instinct took over and he knew exactly what to do. Grey Wind took the female, letting out growls of pleasure as he did so. The pair moved in ways that lovers did, but he was not sure if they were lovers, was unsure what they were at all. When the male was finished, sweating and panting, but more content than he had been in a long time, he continued to keep contact with her form, licking and nipping at her fur and flesh. ”So, my dearest Macaria, I guess you can no longer say that I have denied you. At least in one sense.” Yellow orbs met her orange ones to gauge her reaction, to see what she would say or do.
"Fight back,"He snarled.
||Grey Wind||Soldier||Adult||Untied||Father to None||Alpha of Abendrot||Brother to Summer, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon, and Ghost||
Table and picture credit to PixieEclipse <3
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