What Goes Around, Comes Around[Wolfbane]

[Wolfbane]

- Are you thinking of me when you love him? -

As soon as the words leave his mouth, sense returns to him. Wolfbane blinks himself into consciousness and sees at first the distinct pattern of her chocolate-tinged fur, much too close for his liking, but as he makes to pull away Kaurma issues another command and he concedes to her power as a well-trained cur might: perfectly, without complaint. The reason for their gathering has left him now; Bane no longer recalls why they stand like this or what it was she wanted to begin with. Only when the pricks of her teeth part his skin does he move, surprisingly closer to the bay mare so that her feeding could be undisturbed.

Wolfbane can smell the dark, sultry perfume she wears when his mouth likewise finds her own graceful neck again, pressing the smooth indents of his matching fangs into her supple hide when he leans into her hungry grip. “Fascinating, …” He finds himself mumbling through a haze, in a tone deep as the night around them, “a little vampire girl.” The Lord chuckles throatily, hardly aware of what he was saying even as he spoke it. This creature was dangerous to Loess and all her people and yet here he stood, drunk in her presence.

“Kaurma -” The short, muscular brute says, his voice breaking from a mixture of desire and confusion, “- what are you doing?” He blinks, trying to fight the waves of sense beating inside his dull mind.

WOLFBANE

@[Kaurma]