12-04-2017, 09:56 PM
He groans, and they both fall on the ground, tangled together. Deimos nips at Thana’s ear and wraps his paws around her belly, keeping himself firmly connected to her… inserted inside her deepest part, taking part of her soul into his belly. He hears her laugh darkly, and he works his jaw, his face set grim as he closes his eyes, his body spent in a way it has not been worked in years.
If ever.
I knew I was right.
His ears go back, and his tail covers them both where they lay—the heavy weight of him pinning her warm body to his, keeping her with him in that way just a bit longer. Just to feel the inside of her, to remind her that this was where he belonged, and he thrusted into her one last time, grunting as he did do, reminding her… This is mine. I have ruined you for all other men. No one will ever fill you as I have.
But he said nothing aloud. Indeed, there was no need for the time being. Of course there was the matter of politics. Of Gryffen’s absence… of what would happen with Sylva without the Wraith. There was much to do. But for the time being, there was much more to do….
To Thana.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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