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Roselia laid on her back, looking up into the night sky. The garden around her still green, but not as lush as normal. Her children sensed her struggles. Their mother's suffering shown on their petals. Dancing in unison cheered their mother up in the worst of times. Even now it brought a smile to her face, but it didn't change her situation.
"Thank you my children. You treat your mother so well." She stood, walking over to the large plant that held her weapon. "My blade is dull, yet my thorns stay sharp. This sword is the truest reflection of my well being. How long before I too wither and wilt away."
She wasn't dying, though her children felt it so. Whatever it was that made Roselia herself, the thing that made her their mother, it was dying. If she could no longer be herself, then it was like death in this world.
"I know," she answered her children's unsaid worries. "I am not going to allow myself to be so weak. I've come too far for such trivial things to get to me. I'll be fine. The world will give to me what I desire, or I will take it from someone else."
The dunes beyond her garden lay empty, devoid of color and life the vivacious plants and foliage stood out like a beacon of light in the moonlight. In the silence all was seemingly tranquil and peaceful.
There was an odd sound in the air though, like the soft wail of a siren, growing louder as it drew closer to the garden in the darkness, it wasn't until it got close that the wails became screams; screams of pure terror, the mark of one stricken with more than fear. Bloody and battered a grotesque mesh of skin, bone and blood crawled slowly into the moonlight, its form unrecognizable and deformed as a trail of blood marked the path it had take behind it. As it drew closer to her the screams died down to pitiful gurgling and weeping.
P-P-Please. . . .
It pleaded. A hole forming where its mouth should have been as a raspy voice croaked out in stammers. P-P-Please h-h-help me. . .d-d-don't. . . .don't let him. . .
It broke down into sobs once again, its movements growing more and more laboured as it continued to stain her gardens with its blood.
K-K-Kill m-m-me . . . .please. . . .d-d-don't l-l-let him get me
For a moment it lay there stammering, its limbs and organs trembling frightfully as its breathing grew horribly ragged and the soft choking of blood could be heard tainting its voice, it wasn't long now.
H-H-He's a-a-angry. . . e-e-enraged. . . k-k-k-kill us all
Those words seemingly its last it rolled to one side and exhaled sharply, the words dying on its passing, final breath.
K-k-kill. . . .us. . . all
In that moment an ominous shadow fell across the gardens, its darkness large and heavy; just beyond, where the light faded and the eyes could no longer fathom shape from shadow there stood a pair of golden, flaming orbs, the only source of light upon what appeared to be a behemoth of a creature, reaching a monstrous 7 feet in height it stood like the reaper himself, the stench of death as strong as the burning flames upon its eyes.
From the darkness came a dark, ominous rumble. . . .
A strange sound broke the otherwise peaceful silence of the desert. It wasn't too unheard of for the sounds of the weak to reach the ears of those nearby. It was rare for Roselia to be in the vicinity of a death, even rarer for her to take a life herself. Accepting the way of the land didn't force her to take part in it when it could be avoided.
The sounds drew closer, becoming louder and less audible at the same time. Screams turned to gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood. "Poor thing," Roselia said with a heavy sigh. She listened closely as it pleaded with her. Like many others before him, the poor soul begged for salvation with its last breath. While she didn't enjoy the inevitable death, she loved seeing what true suffering was.
"Who will kill us all?"
There was a genuine curiosity in her voice. Whoever did this could provide a welcome distraction. Perhaps she could use them to forget her past entirely. Before she was able to start her search, the one she sought appeared at the edge of her garden. Casting a shadow over her garden, the menacing figure startled her when it spoke.
"You found me," she said plainly. She masked her confusion well. Her confusion then turned to delight. "How long has it been?"
A morbid silence stretched out the time between her asking as his reply, the surrounding darkness shimmered eerily as soft, golden fur permeated into the moonlight, stains of blood spattered across his muscular frame like warpaint, he did not answer at first. The heavy crunch of sand neath his feet was the only sound to break the silence as he strode through the garden to inspect the dead corpse, by now she would have realized that the initial comment was not directed at her but at the corpse that lay near her; even in death its body remained a trembling mass of organs and tissue, such was the effect of his rage. His advance halting just before her and her little guest.
Pitiful. . .
For the first time, he actually sounded disappointed, the flaming orbs fell on the corpse as though they sought to engulf it in their very flames.
Begging her for mercy.
The orbs at once fell upon her, their gaze piercing and predatorial, he was a little taken back by the delight in her voice at his appearance, then again she was always a little odd, what should've given others pain she took joy in, even now she showed little sign of pity for the dead carcass before her, only the joy at seeing him.
How long had it been?. . . .since their fight, since that moment when he gave into his. . . no, that did not happen, it was part of an illusion, a trick. He had exposed her for the monster she was, he had taken her to her limit and surpassed her, surely he was the dominant one here. . . yet why was she not afraid? even now in his, blood smeared across his features she didnt run, it irked him.
Not long enough, witch
He finally addressed her, something about her was different though, he couldn't quite place it at first, a stride carried his powerful frame forward, and then another, and then another till she was right before him, leaning down ever so slightly he let his nose ghost her flawless skin, even now its lustful allure was like a thorn in his side, coaxing him to itself, teasing him to touch, no. . . .grab, break, cut, bite, tear. . . ravage.
He inhaled deeply, letting his nose explore her body from the nape of her neck to her groin and back again, stopping just shy of her crimson lips, even without saying a word they tormented his mind with their fullness, like succulent morsels, if he could give her anything, it was that she was an exquisite specimen, far beyond any that he had seen, but there was something else. . . .
You've grown weaker since we last fought. . .
He sounded even more disappointed this time, like a child having broken his playtoy, even now his eyes undressed her, her curvaceous form, the way her body drooped oh so teasingly, coaxing him with its fullness and physique, his teeth clenched together softly. . . how was she doing this? he had been in her presence just a moment and he couldn't help himself; his fingers trembled violently as he snapped out of his lust fueled hypnosis.
Suddenly his arm shot out, seemingly with a mind of its own, his large fingers gripping sharply into her soft neck, the flaming orbs that were his eyes fanned anew as there was almost not resistance, like her very neck wanted. . needed to be grabbed by him, so the fingers dug deeper, stopping just shy of suffocation, but it would by no means be comfortable. . . not for her anyway.
"Not long enough," she repeated as if questioning him. "I must disagree, love."
As he decided to address her as witch, she took to calling him love. Applying the title to her was likely his way of loosening the hold she had over him. It made him feel like he was in control, like her had the power. She was a strange enemy with abilities that couldn't be understood. The Witch of Hueco Mundo, and witches could be defeated.
She moaned softly. It had been too long since she felt this sensation. She could barely contain herself as his breath fell on the more sensitive parts of her body. It felt electric. All the hair on her body rose, awaiting him to give in and give to her. She leaned forward, bring her lips even closer to him, only to have him pull away from her. This was what she wanted, what she'd been waiting on for so long.
"Have I?" She pressed her body to his. "I don't feel weaker. In fact, I feel it much the opposite."
He was disappointed, but she wasn't. Him voicing his disappointment in her perceived weaker status clued her in to how much he'd missed her. Just as she found herself thinking of him in recent times, she plagued his mind the same. She didn't flinch when his fingers wrapped around her neck, nor did she care when his nails dug in. Pure ecstasy glossed her eyes as he breathing became labored.
For but a moment, as her soft body pressed against his, he felt the urge; bloodlust faded into pure lust and it shackled his body stronger than any chain or binding technique, he wanted to give in. . . no needed to, his body could only endure so much torment before he succumbed to it, just him and her, alone in the desert, prying eyes would have been alerted to the titan's enraged warpath, but the weaker hollows would have definitely kept their distance, especially since the path to her garden was practically littered with corpses beyond the very dunes that surrounded them, there would be none to witness his weakness, none to lay claim to his err in folly. . .it was okay, she was indeed irresistible, one could almost be forgiven for, having lasted as long as he, finally giving in to temptation.
I dont feel weaker, in fact I feel it much the opposite.
For but a moment he contemplated, then the rage returned; no, she would know and she would use it time and again to make him bend the knee, only she would have her way over him and that was one lord too many, the reiatsu that formed the golden flames around his eyes burned white hot and he beared his fangs, squeezing a little tighter around her throat. She was the reason he had gone on his warpath, that he had massacred without discrimination or prejudice. Even now he held her very life in his hands and could extinguish it with but a wave of his hand, one move and he would be rid of her forever, the nightmares would cease and he could finally rest knowing that none had the effect she had over him.
So why didn't he?
He was more than able to, but something about the look she gave him, the look of pure, carnal ecstasy, crippled his mind and his thoughts. . . she was enjoying this, her very life lay in his hands and here she was seemingly about to reach her climax. Did she not fear for her life?, did she not prefer to live? no. . .it wasn't that, it was something else. . . she knew he could not kill her and he himself knew that he could not for as much as he wanted to, needed to, he. . . . enjoyed this feeling.
Maybe. . . you've grown. . . stronger. Strong enough. . . to. . . take. . . me
Doubt seared his body like a hot iron, his once ironclad grip around her neck becoming shaky. . . no. . .his fingers actually trembled around her neck as visions of the implications of her words crippled his mind. He could take her. . . right here and right now, he could give in. . .just a little, just to indulge himself and then he could off her. . . just. . . a little. . . taste. . . it would be enough, enough to sate his hunger. . . . his desire. . . his need.
His fingers loosened slightly, enough for her to speak normally without fighting for breath, but they remained clenched around her neck like a vice grip.
His grip loosened enough for a gasp of air to fill her lungs. He need to breathe wasn't as strong as her will to continue toying with him. Manipulation became life itself, and there were no subjects more malleable than him. Under her specialized care, she could turn him into something great, something refined, something of her design.
She bit her lip, bringing her hands up to coil around his mighty arm. A big man could dominate his woman, and she gave him the sensation that he was doing just that. The look in her eyes practically begged him to do all manner of things to her. Choke her, throw her, hit her. She was at his mercy, a rose in the palm of his hands. He could pluck her petals if he so desired.
"I can only believe what I see," she answered. "You have me here and now, your hand around my throat. You could take my life with but a wave of your hand, but you still have me here and now."
Just saying those words was exhilarating. Her leaves were damp to say the least. The foreplay had gone on long enough.
"Tell me, is it me you were searching for? What do you desire?"
Vivid recollections of his dreams flashed before his mind as she said those words. . .what did he desire. The climax to this situation had approached far too quickly and he found himself deeper than he had intended to go. She of course had known this all along and had trapped him with that very question, he could not escape, keep quiet or lie; both would sell him out as far as his intentions were concerned, yet he pondered why this meant so much? why showing her she meant nothing to him was so tantamount. . . it was almost like child's play, this was. . .or rather should've been beyond him, he was far too intelligent. . .far too powerful. . . far too uncontrollable for all this and yet it wasn't that simple. He wanted. .needed to prove to her that she was nothing to him, not just for her but for himself.
You seek to make me confess my desire for you, is that not it?
He wanted to add something to that but in and of itself it was more than enough, he lived for destruction, for chaos, to strike fear into those that faced him, he was misunderstood and verily so for those that tried died in the attempt. But not her, she was the thorn in his side, the one that resisted, showing no fear, no rage, no terror, only lust; they were both the same, gaining what they wanted through their very means, none could resist her, none dared resist him, she was just like him, a trait he both adored and despised her for, more so despised but she had a way of bringing out the former in him and it only made him more and more savage, which made her respond the way she did. It was indeed a deadly cycle, one that he was, sad to say, powerless to control.
Pulling her closer to him, his lips ghosted her ear, her perky chest pressed tightly against his, as though he wanted only her to hear, his heart thumping wildly as his lips parted and the words rolled from his tongue.
I desire only carnage
To kill, to destroy, to watch the world around him burn and crumble. That was what he had become, a monster. . .a creature of qrotesque mindset and belief, and yet despite his manner, she would not flee from him, she would not whisper his name with bated breath or speak of him only in the shadows. No she toed with him, made him squirm and revelled in it, she was truly an anomaly unlike any he'd seen.
Why?. . . why do you not fear me?
The question seemed to blurt itself out, so much so he was taken aback by it, but he could not deny he pondered as to the reason.
I have the power to take your life and yet you toy with me as though it were a trivial matter.
Strangely enough he found himself setting her back down, she was right, he could not kill her, not whilst he yearned for her, but her hypnotic gaze and alluring physique only affected the carnal, of which he was but it did not completely form his make up. Whatever the answer was, it was the key to possibly breaking her spell over him, to be free of her would certainly mean death since no one made him feel the way he did except her, but whether she would recognize that and still answer truthfully was yet to be seen.
Lie to me and I guarantee you I will be far from gentle, or sympathetic.
His body screamed at him to take her and have his way, to do unspeakable acts both carnal and mental, but he was more than just an animal, though she strove to make him regress, he would not do so. . .not until he had his answer anyway, then he would treat himself to her.
Though I suppose you'd enjoy that , wouldn't you Witch?
He took the bait, using an excuse to bring her closer to him. However, that is all it was, an excuse. It must have taken all of his willpower to appear in control when he let her chest press to his. His heart was more honest than the words coming out of his mouth.
She laughed. The entire act was funny to her. He claimed to desire carnage. True he left a trail of blood and death behind him. That was the carnage he spoke of, but not what he desired. What he desired came out without him realizing it. The expression he made was delightful. Just for a moment, he was taken aback by his mistake. A mistake that a skilled predator could exploit to bring him down.
"You do have that power," she answered as he let her come back to her feet. "But you have my intentions all wrong. I don't seek to toy with you. A being of your caliber, a man of your magnitude could never be toyed with. I respect your strength, and I admit to be enamored with you. I, like other women, desire being close to you." As she spoke, she pressed against various parts of his body. "Your massive arms, your solid abs, and other parts a woman like myself could never mention openly. If you so choose to be rough, then I will endure it. If you choose to be gentle, then I will reciprocate. It is only up to you to choose how I am with you. To say bluntly... I enjoy you."
The flames of reiatsu that had burned brightly upon his eyes with rage and destruction began to flicker out, extinguished of their oxygen of blood and destruction they served no purpose, leaving only the piercing golden eyes of an apex predator, in the eyes of any other that came across him either state was just as bad the other, but here; in an isolated garden in the desert, they meant little. He wasn't sure when they'd switched positions, between predator and prey, but they had and now, her body pressed against his, an odd sight indeed for he was a giant and she, whilst voluptuous and tempting, seemed petite in contrast to his large size.
Her words might as well have fallen on deaf ears, since when was he desirable, his human form skirted the lines of humanity and primal, he wasn't man, nor was he beast, merely a flirting of both, what she saw was only what she wanted to see, rather what she wanted him to see that she saw, he was well aware of that and yet. . . yet he couldn't stop envying, this was a true predator; her power did not equally reflect her skill, no. . . .this was an art. He, her canvas, whether a masterpiece or an abhorrent abstraction would be made was yet to be seen and though their roles had switched it could unfold either way.
Flattering, your use of vocabulary is quite persuasive, but you know that I am a monster, you just as monstrous as I, and though you, like I take a more. . . pleasing form according to our desires we both know that it only takes a little. . . coaxing for the real monster to rear its head.
His arms wrapped around her body, pressing her to himself, his eyes retained their piercing gaze but even he knew she could see past that.
Do not hide behind your verbal gymnastics, you enjoy the monster that I am, just as I enjoy the monster. . . .the real monster that you are, and have seen you to be.
His hands explored her body, allowing him a sensuous sensation of her skin, its softness and they way it seemingly gave into his fingers; admittedly this form was pleasing, but he wanted what lay neath this illusion, that was what drew him to her, they were kindred spirits with different means of achieving the same goal, though he would not admit that his method was inferior to hers given simply the fact that the situation they were in had unfolded the way it had.
Though I applaud your perceptiveness in one regards, I do not desire this. . . .
He said as he clawed gently at her with his fingers as if to symbolize her current form of lust, though the sensation sent an surge of adrenaline through his being, it was so gratifying and yet he wanted. . . needed more. Hands found their way to her neck parting it to one side to expose the soft glow of her neck and shoulder.
I desire this!
His lips parted, bearing fang like teeth, which he sunk into her skin, no doubt in an attempt to draw blood which he would lap up with his tongue. He wanted the monster, the real monster, only then would his desires be sated.
Just as monstrous as him, no Roselia was a far worse beast. Her ugliness wasn't hid only from the world, but hidden from herself. A frightening aspect of her being that she never wanted to surface. Hell, she never wanted to admit to existing. The blade, her zanpakutou, the key to her dark side never stayed at her side. There would be no temptation in its use. In matters of life and death, she almost always chose to die instead of opening the cage she trapped her vice in.
He played with the knowledge of her hideousness. He'd seen it. He'd seen it and lived. He'd seen it, lived, and felt a connection to her through it. If he brought the monster to the surface, he could do it again. Roselia was well aware of the danger in being with him. It was what made her long for him perhaps more than the Azure King, though she'd never admit it. That monster that she was could be considered beautiful. It intrigued and infuriated her.
His hands returned to exploring her body, but now with an obvious intent. Nails on her skin had very few meanings, and she assumed even fewer in this context. The question being, how far would he go? She tilted her head to the side as his attention returned to her neck. He'd have forced it exposed, but there was no fun in letting him have his way. She held her breath, anticipating the moment he lost control and made his move.
"Ooh?" She questioned his desire, though it came out in a gasp.
Teeth on skin had the same effect no matter who did the biting, or their aim. It was pleasure and pain, though it was left to the one receiving the fangs to perceive it. She took pleasure in the pain, thoroughly enjoying the "coaxing" he attempted.
"You desired to taste my flesh? I assure you, there are sweeter places you could taste."
Delicious, absolutely delicious, she tasted absolutely magnificent, of all the tastes, of all the creatures he had devoured, nothing could compare to the sensation he felt as he lapped up her blood, his heart raced, his fingers dug deeper as did his fangs, her words meant nothing now, he wanted more, reiatsu forming golden orbs of flame around his eyes as he grew more feral. Her blood was just so. . .tantalizing, so refreshing,but there was more; deeper, deeper than he'd dared to go it lay, the monster that lay underneath her, he could taste it, the predator that she was and the demon that lay underneath the skin. . . . and it turned him on more than anything else, his lower regions grew excited his teeth sinking deeper and deeper, she would begin to bleed profusely by now his little lovebite becoming more. . . .cannibalistic in nature.
He didn't know when he'd last eaten, when he'd last gorged himself on another, there was a time where he would have hated to see this very sight, hollow turning on each other, but all it took was but a taste of her demons and the very memory was washed away amidst the see of blood and flesh. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, lust infused instinct kicked in as the sound of a crunching collarbone could be heard. His teeth had met and in between them lay a bite sized morsel of her flesh. He pulled back viciously, tearing flesh from bone, her blood spattered across his body as he savoured her flesh.
If her blood tasted magnificent then truly there would be no taste better than her flesh, soft and . . . .juicy, his teeth crushing it into soft swallowable chunks that slid down his throat. He could feel himself sinking deeper into his mind, the monster. . . .his real monster, was coming out now and there was little he could do to stop it, her flesh had unlocked something that he too had fought hard to control, to surpress, to overcome.
Releasing her he pushed her away from himself as his body spasmed wildly, his appearance growing more and more feral as he became less human and more beast, holding his hands to his face he tried to fight it, but it was impossible, the sensation flooding through his being was indescribable, this was what drew him to her, this was why he would forever be drawn to her this . . .feeling unlike any other, only she could make him feel like this, only she could bring out this monstrosity.
He roared out his pleasure, clawing at his head to restrain himself as his body continued to skirt the lines of metamorphosis; and then as suddenly as it came, the feeling was gone. Lost as quickly as a forgotten memory, his sentience returned and he found himself breathing hard. In the cold desert night his body gleamed with sweat, his breathing coming in short ragged bursts as he looked towards the one that had made him this way.
His legs felt heavy, slumping to the ground under his own weight leaned back, using his telekinesis to stop himself from falling onto his back he tried to catch himself, all the more his golden eyes remained locked on her.
Y- . . you. . . .
At which he broke into a grin, the grin of a lightweight having taken their first drug.
You were right. . . I do desire you after all. More than you will ever know. . .
His fangs suck deeper and deeper into her. A weaker person would have screamed as the pain overcame them. Roselia wasn't weak, though the pain was greater than any pain she ever experienced in her second life. It was truly grand. She moaned deeply, her arms wrapping around him as much as they could. Her nails dug into him, ripping his skin as she took her fill of his lust.
She groaned and moaned as he pulled back. Her flesh was torn from her body, blood spurting from the open wound. She gasped, finding it hard to breathe with the opening in her neck. Only then did she realize her had also broken her collarbone. She had miscalculated how far she could push him. He was taken over by his instinct, his lust, and was now as dangerous as her, if not more so.
Her body trembled on the ground after he flung her. She felt no fear, though his roar unnerved her. Was this how she was going to die? There couldn't have been a more fitting death for a person like her. She didn't want to die, but she wasn't opposed to the idea. Death was easy, living was hard, and she had to complete the cycle twice over.
"G-"
She wanted to say good, to congratulate him for giving in. He belonged to her now, though it may not be for long. Her children grew around her, comforting their mother as best they could.
Seeing her, as she was, near death a small pang of guilt touched him, no that was not it at all for guilt was only for the guilty. What he felt could only be termed as disappointment, like a child having finished a piece of cake too soon he watched her tremble on the ground, despite all this the piercing gaze of his remained. He should be happy that she was on death's door. This was what he wanted right? and yet . . . yet it wasn't enough, he wanted more, there was no way she could die after just a nibble, she was much more stronger than this, or perhaps her little lies were finally beginning to peak through. He should've been satisfied seeing her as she was, weak before him, her pitiful life fading from her body. . . . but he wasn't.
Slowly her body rose from the ground, floating towards him quickly he crossed his legs and forced himself upright to receive her, taking her to himself he let his arms wrap around her as if to hug her.
You're not dying on me just yet, I am far from satisfied with just a bite.
As he spoke a chunk of his own flesh in the shape of the bite mark identical to the one she had recieved tore itself from his body, blood cascading from the open wound for but a few seconds before it began to heal up, this chunk of flesh he would place over her wound, channeling his own reiatsu through it in order to cause it to regenerate, slowly at first as her bleeding still persisted, but eventually the blood ceased to flow and the wound, though patchy, was covered up.
Holding out an arm, he used telekinesis to tear it off from the elbow, his face unflinching as he did so as another arm grew quickly from his bleeding stump. Cutting up his arm into bite sized chunks he sat her up as best he could, like a mother trying to nurse their child; but he was awkward and she slumped slightly in his arms, so he positioned her to lean on him, her back resting upon his chest. Upon which he took the chunks of himself and slowly raised them to her lips.
Listen to me, Witch, if you truly are the monster you claim to be, then cling to life; cling to it like your existence is the bane of all those that oppose you. By living you spit on the face of your enemies and the reaper himself, show them that you are immortal and they will fear your shadow, rise up from the ashes and they will doubt their own strength, if you are the predator you say you are, do not simply haunt their dreams from the grave.
He understood the hollow make up all too well, they fed to grow strong, it was why he had taken off his arm to begin with, the difference in their strength meant that consuming at least some part of him would make her stronger, strong enough at least to where she, in addition to his contribution, would survive this wound. The thoughts of why he was doing this never came to mind, an eerie peacefulness instead seemed to course through his body.
Strange
Then again things could have been stranger, for now he simply held her close to himself. Raising more and more chunks of himself to her lips.
If you do not eat I will force you to, you have no right to die, I have not allowed you to.
Floating was foreign to her, but a pleasant sensation. It felt as if she were drifting away from all the pain of living. That was depressing in more ways than one. As if attempting to cheer her up in his own way, she felt Tyrannus' arms wrap around her. Unlike his crushing grip on her throat, this felt almost warming. She had him eating out of the palm of her hands.
Ironically, he would have her do just that. After tearing his own flesh to repair the damage he'd inadvertently caused her, he tore smaller parts of his body off for her consumption. Like a mamma bird feeding her young, he presented her with food that would hopefully nurse her back to health. Being of hollow kind, they were incredibly simple to take care of. Consuming others was how they evolved, and how they recovered their strengths. She had long since stopped consuming others. She had no need of it, such was the payout of becoming an arrancar.
Even as he lost his appearance as a predator, he continued to sound dominant. His words didn't lend well to his image. He was broken, but not entirely.
"Good," she managed to speak as she recovered. "You are ready to take your place in my garden, at my side. I'll have you see to my full recovery, and I'll accept nothing but you." She nuzzled against him.
A soft pocket of air escaped his lips as a sigh. How funny it was that he held the woman he hated in his arms, coddling her as though she were a child, and yet he pondered as to whether he truly hated her. True she brought out a side of him that no one else could; a side that had nearly killed her if not for his intervention, and yet here she was in his arms, breathing softly as her body nestled against his. He could say nothing at this point, for his actions had betrayed him and his words would do nothing to repair the consequences thereof. His golden eyes fell upon the dark moonlit sky once more, silently cursing her for having brought out a monster only to tame it once more, still he had nearly killed her this time and should push come to shove he knew he was more than able to take her life.
He figured she would know this all too well, there may come a time when he would be unable to hold back, when the taste of her flesh pushed him beyond the brink of no return. Would she be strong enough to end it then? or would she fall as she did today? only time would tell, until then she would either have to get stronger than she was right now, or keep him on a tight leash. He figured she had the latter sorted out but even he could only be tamed for so long.
He growled harshly as she nuzzled into him, a fowl scowl souring his lips as he continued to feed her the remaining chunks of his flesh until nothing remained of the previous moment but the blood on his chest and the scar on her shoulder. Though menacing, he did not move from his position or rebuff her.
If you are strong enough to talk, I assume you're strong enough to listen to reason and not push me further. Especially having witnessed what I can do to you.
It was then that he realized how close she was, her body against his, and carnal desire took him once more, growing aroused to the extent that he was certain she could feel him pressed against her.
You seem like you've recovered well enough anyway.
He said eager to put some distance between her and himself, the longer she remained close to him, the more embarrassing it would become for whilst he could indeed kill her, he could not stop her from having her way with him.
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