.:⋮WANT⋮:.:⋮TAKE⋮:.:⋮HAVE⋮:.

Once again, the female confused him – he was handsome and powerful, and was most often used to femmes throwing themselves at him in order to gain his favor. But this bitch had turned him away not once but twice now, and laughed at him. As if it was a laughable notion, as if it was totally out of the question. And now? Now she suggested that he stop asking her for sex… because she was not interested. Kostyan snorted and shook his head – clearly she jested. But then she pushed past him as he just stood there, completely flabbergasted. He waited a few moments as he tried to process all of this… perhaps she was already connected to another royal. That would explain it. It was the only explanation – even mated pairs of lesser factions often offered themselves as concubines to him… so it had to be that. She did not wish to start a war. It was smart enough. But something about her had caught his attention, and so the tall brute followed after her, a few strides behind, listening to her frustrated words, and it once again nearly brought him to laughter. He was far enough back not to hear every word but he heard enough for it to be amusing. But then.. then she faded from his view.

Kostyan’s brows furrowed together and he paused his stride long enough to search the ground for her paw steps, and then followed that trail. She had left the edge of the shore and moved more inland, probably to have some sort of cover. Slowly did he follow, each of his steps nearly reaching two of hers, but as he caught up to her, he realized that she had circled around back, heading toward the shore once more. And his bright emeralds caught sight of her, and he siddled up alongside her, close enough for his hairs to brush with hers, but not close enough for the heat of her body to exert itself on to his. She was tantalizing, especially as frustrating as she now was, and he wanted nothing more than to take her right here and now, war or not. But instead he leaned closer to her under the pretense of speaking with her and inhaled deeply, the sweet nectar of her perfume intoxicating him.

“Again a misunderstanding must have passed between us two. Of a question or request, there was none – it was a demand for you to allow me to take you as I please. Polite manners was what I tried to convey, but never did I expect you to turn me away. Tell me, have you man mate already, you do, do you not? I understand for the want to have no battle nor bloodshed of your people nor mine. But say I must that you are addicting, and I have every intention of taking you as mine in all eventuality. If I need slay your husband then I shall. I would have you… I will have you.” Kostyantyn paused, his snout moving nearer to her to almost nuzzle against her cheek, but he pulled back at the last instant. “Your name, tell it to me for I wish to know what to call you when I eventually have you beneath me.” Kostyan smiled at her, grinning at her with charm. “Do not fear me love, for force will not be used to get betwixt your two thighs. No, I will conquer your heart and body with time and skill and only once begging words of need and desire drip from your wet lips will I claim you as mine...”

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