12-04-2017, 01:50 PM
The musk she gives off is intoxicating. He closes his eyes, flaring his nostrils. The feel good drag of her seeps into his mind and electrifies him—there, in that moment, he feels the wetness and pliability of her body as she sinks into him, like stepping into quicksand and quickly being dragged down to the highest depths of ecstasy.
She purrs at him then… a statement, not a question. Her voice is laced with iron and arsenic, and he cannot help but be dragged into the web of her making. Her tail sweeps to the side, and a kaleidoscope of color blinds him to anything else but her. It is well known that Deimos has exactly one weakness above all others….in that there is only ever one.
There is only ever one.
There have been a few, and there have been many one nights…
But those select few who could dig deep and hook themselves into Deimos—it is a rare thing indeed. His eyes bulge and he feels a dark, dangerous rumble escape from his throat as he feels her fangs seep into his skin… What is left of his life, his undeath, he feels escape into her mouth as she drinks him in, and he finds that he does the same, growing his own dark incisors into her jugular vein, hungry to taste her—to make her his.
And only his.
After a moment, he closes his eyes and groans again, feeling the rigidity of his body pulling out from its case, throbbing with an ache he has not known in more than a lifetime. Once again, her words taint his mind, sending electricity to the nether most reaches of his mind and body, causing him to shudder in a way unbecoming of the black-hearted magician.
You wanted me then, and you want me now.
He growls then, releasing her neck as he shifts them both to their wolf forms. Black claws grab at her shoulders as he pulls her down with him, biting her ears and pulling back her head, entwining it with his own. He hungrily takes her then, rampant and rough, whispering obscenities into her ear that he knew would turn her on, and make her quiver for him.
She was wasted for him, her body crumbling under him as he took her over and over, until they were a wet tangled mess of fur and sex, alone in their part of the forest. The scent was obvious. And yet he found he was still unsated.
He wanted more of her.
He wanted to drown inside her and never come up for air.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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