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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:18 am
 Snap.
Her purr broke any sort of control he may have had left to not lose his sanity, to remember that she was a flower and not shred her under his paws.
Once they were where he knew they were safe from anything other than each other, his instincts, needs, burning urges were released. Nothing else had ever consumed him in such a manner. Hours felt like seconds, and time only seemed to slip away into the shadows as the night grew on, though nothing else mattered, nothing else seemed as important.
At her movements, his eyes snapped open, crimson orbs narrowing into tiny slits that fell onto her. It was a shock, a jar to his system to see her there, as if what had encountered had been a mere dream, an all to real fantasy. But there she was, cleaning in the few rays of sunlight that broke through the darkest shadows. He could feel the hunger boiling within him again, he didnt move, didnt make a sound, simply laid there, his body relaxed and yet tense at the same time.
He watched her, there in his most private of places. Not even his sister had been here, and yet..of course Belladonna was.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:37 am
Hearing his sudden movements, she twisted around to look at him and offered him a gentle smile. "Sorry." She whispered ever so slightly, the affects of their adventure and sleep still holding her mind hostage. "I didn't meant to violently pull you from your peaceful sleep."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 1:06 am
He frowned at being found out, with a half smirk, half smile he rose to his paws and stretched, snapping his tail out behind him as his claws dug at the earth under them.
"Sometimes its startling to find ones haunting fantasy has come to life." he lightly nipped at her shoulder, as his tail stroked her side, remembering what had accrued mere hours before had left him wanting more, and feeling affectionate.
"Come, let me show you my home."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:31 pm
A soft moan left her when he nipped her shoulder. Her nerve endings were still on fire and any little n** or stroke he'd give her was bound to be that much more desirable in her current state. Yet she wouldn't dare tell him that. She was being granted a rare gifts, a glimpse at a side of him that he kept hidden from all. Wanting more, she stretched once again, a few joints popping here and there before she rose to stand. She gave his cheek a light lick before she nuzzled her face beneath his jaw, offering him her own affections. Once she pulled back the flowers that were tangled within her locks began to open and bloom anew.
"Lead the way my King."
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