Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

Rieva need not say anything. Lucifer already knew.

The moment Rieva came at him, Lucifer braced himself. Holding himself steady, the male leaned into her when she slammed into him. Every strike, bite, whatever she gave was met with strong silence and care. Lucifer took it all as his heart beat in his chest in a tempo he couldn't keep up with. His mind that always ran in circles fell silent as well. Nothing could take him away from this moment.

As Rieva holds onto his crest, the black brute is forced to bite his tongue. This kind of pain was an obvious problem, but he didn't show it. Not one to usually have this problem, Lucifer turned enough to brush his nostrils against her shoulder before she fell if allowed. He would touch her gently, breath in her scent, and realize this was all real.

When the pale woman hit the ground, Lucifer looked her over. “I lost the Ridge to Arroyo.” Snorting, the demon king slowly reached forward. He wanted to exchange breaths, but he would let her choose. “From there I've done a lot of things. I've missed you and have searched for you.” From the Ridge to Paradise. From Paradise to the Ruins. And finally? From the Ruins to here.

“I'm here though, my pet. I'll never leave you behind again.”

Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes