The devil leads and his perfect little demoness follows. Perhaps it is not with a fiendish smile on her face like he would prefer but he could surely cut her ear to ear if necessary.

Red overlaid optics look back to her every now and then to ensure that she is not straying far from his designated path as they move away from the secure, darkened depths of the caverns. His hunger drives him from their den and he will not allow her to remain on her own for fear that she may seek help from others. He cannot afford losing his little mistress so early on in their deal, now could he? He was entirely aware that as long as she was within his sights then there was very little she could do. She may reign supreme in speed and nimbleness but he will endure for as long as needed until she is caught once more. Malleah has escaped death once already with her quick-witted words and he will make sure that she does not run from her new fate as well.

A shift in movement is captured from his peripheries as his pink-eyed shadow changes direction and ascends a rocky outcropping. His eyes do not leave her as he watches her supple muscle grow taught beneath that silky coat. Despite her doll-like stature she is a well-crafted specimen in comparison and holds a rather attractive amount of definition to her figure when captured in the right moment. He must remind himself that is not why he is staring, he must make sure that she does not make a bolt for freedom; that is it.

His own god-like perfection halts upon the stone face of the mount as she reclines upon a level boulder above his handsome head. Her expression is meant to rile him and yet it is her words that cause a knowing smirk to contort his features. ”You’ll find out soon enough this winter, my dear.” it is spoken in that baritone voice of his, a huskiness accentuating the words as devilish eyes look up to her. Her plea for him to join her is a bit off-putting, only because he believes that she does not truly mean them any longer. ”You say that simply because you are stuck with me. Don’t lie.” he states in a solemn manner before pivoting to ascend the rocks himself.

Within a few short leaps he is upon the same rock face that his she-devil is laying upon, darkened eyes trained upon her svelte figure as he stalks up from behind. His neck cranes downward so that his muzzle may trail delicately along her spine, fangs barely peeking from their veils as they part the fur while he continues to walk over her until he reaches the base of her neck. ”Have you changed your mind yet?” it is murmured in a deepened voice just below her cranium, his breath caressing her fur so sensually that it may surely rouse her into a fit of ecstasy.

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I AM AN EIGHT-YEAR OLD EXOTICAN BEAST OF MARVELOUS BLOOD WHO IS FREE OF CHAINS TO ANYWHERE. I POSSESS NO FURY AND HAVE CREATED NO DEMON BROOD... YET. MY MOTHER IS NOIR AND MY MASTERMIND IS FATE.