At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.

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Kostyantyn had fully expected that the girl would, in response to his desires, rub up against him, flag her tail to the side and prepare to be mounted. Or perhaps some stream of filthy and carnal words would fall from her lips, egging him on, daring him to come nearer… but instead she scowled at him in disgust. ‘I don’t know who you are sir, but I don’t want to romp with you. I’m going now…’ Kostyan froze for a second, taking time to process her words with the thick heavy accent she bore, at least to his words. She started to walk away from him, toward the mouth of the open cave, and Kostyan shook his head before leaping after her. The slight pain from his torn paw meant nothing as his long limbs brought him swiftly around her, cutting off her path. “I apologize, I apologize, I am new to this here lands and am unaccustomed to words of yours and gestures of yours. Perhaps there has been misunderstanding here yes?” The brute laughed before winking at her with one of his brilliant emeralds. “I will correct said sentence now and repeat. I would have you turn around and allow fucking to commence. I am Prince Kostyantyn, and loneliness has been my company only, whilst I have been waiting for my companions to arrive on these very shores. Now, turn around and allow me to sheath my sword deep within you, my delectable little doll.

The stormy clouded prince hovered over her, his breath hot upon her flesh while he waited with not quite baited breath – he had no reason to believe that she would refuse him. If truth be told, he was quite the spoiled brat, and had never been refused a single thing. His family was that of greed, and he was proud of his obsessions, proud of his desires, proud of his wants. Always had he been taught to take what he wanted, to hold nothing back. He would do no different in this strange, unexplored land. And Kostyan would wait - wait for her to either give herself over to him willingly or take her. Either way, he would end up enjoying himself and more importantly, would enjoy her

WC: 376

🟍Kostyantyn🟍Son of Greed🟍Heart of Ice🟍No Kin🟍No Loyalty🟍

Border thanks to eveyd. Table thanks to xathira. Background thanks to Sketchepedia




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