The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;



Hunger and frustration tugged at his loins, caving his control on the beast that raged within his breast. His battle with Liland had been disappointing. It was to soon after the war he told himself, the beast did not believe it. There was no excuses in the eyes of the wolf. To the monster, he was simply too weak. He had to do better... he would do better. He must.

Ear ears fall backwards and she snakes her head forward as though she had every intention on leaving a few fresh marks upon his already scarred skin. Ears remain perked atop his own skull as bright multifaceted eyes glitter with intrigue. He did have a preference for the spirited girls. Clearly.

The scent of heat no longer lingered upon her skin but the wolf still craved to feel the touch of her flesh against his own. What he could do to her the beasts graveled tones whisper in his mind, pressed anew by the mingled touch of flesh. Her slender neck arches, wisping plumes of obsidian dancing against the invisable zephyr's touch. Her words are hard, defiance and seduction glittering in her gaze. Fuel to the proverbial fire that burned in his soul. Nostrils quiver as he silences the gutteral rumble building with his breast.

She speaks and the words are venom laced honey meant to burn his ego and spurn his advance. Instead it is met with an amused smirk of his own. "You are the one who spread her legs to freely darling dove. Can you blame me for wanting a taste myself."

Of course he knew there was no hope that the seed planted in her womb would be his, but that did not meant he could not savor the same feel of release. The same urge to spread his genes to the masses burned through the very fibers of his body and longed to taste her flesh beneath him. No, the child would not be his, but that was not to say it would not be a pup of the pack... of his pack. "There is always next time... " the words breathe against her white splashed skin as his lips trace the curve of her lean body. The wolf growls for submission, urging his broad frame atop her own. He would taste her too.
Rougaru
what's a king to a god;
pic courtesy of Charlie-X @ deviantart


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