Their chase was thrilling, exciting even. He hadn't felt like this with Guinevere, and he loved the way his heart felt. His hormones raged however as he chased after her, finally catching her and pinning her on her back in the snow near his den. Well, with any hope, their den. ”Bal baby…I only ran back…to the area we started from…so I technically won the race.” He gave another hearty laugh, staring into her eyes. He grinned at her as she spoke again. ”Fine, you’ve got me.”Fine, you’ve got me. You’re irresistible. I can’t help it.” Those were the words he wanted to hear, he got off of her frame, standing to the side as he nodded for her to go into their den.
His auburn fur moved after her when she decided to go, he wasn't about to mate with her out in the open like he had Guinevere. That was more of a display of dominance, being the of the younger few and the first to lay claim to a woman. To produce children. His fiery eyes lingered on her frame as he entered the den, assuming she'd follow behind him. It was large, mainly because he was large and if he had wanted room for a family he would have to take up a large den. This one was made from scratch by him, the roots and wood under the tree was burned away carefully to make room and not have splintering edges. He stood at the back of the den, before studying her. "You'd make a wonderful bride, Princess. I only hope you can in tern accept me and only me, because I'm not likely to lose too any of these whelps in Tarben. Though a victor would only be chosen by you, should someone try." He chuckled. His wings folded gently behind his back as he lowered his head to nuzzle into her neck and take in her scent. "I'm truly glad to be paired to such a beautiful woman as yourself by this universe." He said softly into her audit before he took to her and roughly mounted her.
Fade in, fade out . . .
The Dread panted as he dismounted from her, not a worry in his head even of her family. Surely she was loved, but why was she so quickly offered up as a pawn in the war then? It didn't make sense to him. However he'd treat her no different than a Princess, being a Prince himself. The only thing he was pretty sure of was that she was untouched, until him at least. So he had started out slow, leaving her to want more before he ravaged. He laid beside her if she let him, looking to meet her gaze. "I hope I wasn't too rough, Princess." He spoke with a small half smile. "You're to meet your family again soon, aren't you?" He asked softly, not really wanting her to go. He looked away from her for a moment. "If they ask for your return, what will you do?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Burn me for eternity."
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