Nina327
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Crystal_Dust
Complicated fuck.
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But I’m also an incredibly sweet girl who adores youLmao
you're such a bitch.
Nina327
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I want to shower you in rose petals and wrap you in the thorns.
Crystal_Dust
Complicated fuck.
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Yes.
Yes, I would like that.
Nina327
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First time.
Work. He didn't explain 'work' in much detail. Frankly, she didn't ask for details. People had jobs to do when they lived communally. Its been that way forever. Individual skills are utilized for the progression, protection, or unity of the group. She hadn't lived in a group of humans in… well its been a while. Shes watched their progress but didn't want to be part of it again, until him.
She could feel him from wherever he was. His senses were heightened. He was excited, a little angry, and a little something. She can't read him entirely, but he has to be in a pretty aroused state for her to feel it without directly trying.
Deciding to be a nosy kitten and go hunting for him, she started a game of hot and cold with the directions, and she was not in any hurry, so it took about an hour to find the exterior door to the basement of the pack’s office space. The door was locked.
Knowing it was going to make someone have a bad day, she still went ahead and asked the metal in the door latch to release its structure; it poured out of the door like glitter. Yanking the door open she continued her search. She could tell he was below her even still. She found a metal staircase and crept down. She hadn't heard anything while on the floor above, but once down here she could hear… screaming? She walked along the corridor, simply delighted because she could feel Magnus in the same direction as the screaming. Tingles of anger and arousal coursed through her body, not knowing if the screaming was her new mate’s or her mate's fault. Either way, she was going to fuck someone up. She didn't stop at the nearly soundproof door, slipping in as silent as a shadow, she halted, awestruck. Instantly, her blood began to boil and rush to her cunt. Magnus was just stepping away from a screaming man hung on the wall. Blood was speckled on his face, sprayed across his bare chest, and coated his big hands.
Her breath hitched, and his eyes snapped to hers. He changed directions and headed for her. She backed up, and the closed door stopped her progress. “Fuck,” she gasped. The heat and rage that barreled ahead of him was scalding. He was not happy to see her… or not happy for her to see him like this, but her body gave no fucks at all. He stopped not a foot from her, and she started to pant. Her eyes flicked from splatter to splatter up his torso to his blazing eyes.
This probably was one of the hottest things she had ever witnessed in her very long life. He raised his bloody hands and placed them on the door to the sides of her head. Caging her in, he growled, “You. Should not. Be. Here.” She felt her arousal drip down her thighs and tried not to whimper. She watched his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare as he caught her scent. His head tilted to the side, his rage morphed into a very different heat. Then she did whimper. Her eyes dropped to the blood on his chest, and she begged, “Please, can.. Can I taste it? You. Can I taste you?”
Work. He didn't explain 'work' in much detail. Frankly, she didn't ask for details. People had jobs to do when they lived communally. Its been that way forever. Individual skills are utilized for the progression, protection, or unity of the group. She hadn't lived in a group of humans in… well its been a while. Shes watched their progress but didn't want to be part of it again, until him.
She could feel him from wherever he was. His senses were heightened. He was excited, a little angry, and a little something. She can't read him entirely, but he has to be in a pretty aroused state for her to feel it without directly trying.
Deciding to be a nosy kitten and go hunting for him, she started a game of hot and cold with the directions, and she was not in any hurry, so it took about an hour to find the exterior door to the basement of the pack’s office space. The door was locked.
Knowing it was going to make someone have a bad day, she still went ahead and asked the metal in the door latch to release its structure; it poured out of the door like glitter. Yanking the door open she continued her search. She could tell he was below her even still. She found a metal staircase and crept down. She hadn't heard anything while on the floor above, but once down here she could hear… screaming? She walked along the corridor, simply delighted because she could feel Magnus in the same direction as the screaming. Tingles of anger and arousal coursed through her body, not knowing if the screaming was her new mate’s or her mate's fault. Either way, she was going to fuck someone up. She didn't stop at the nearly soundproof door, slipping in as silent as a shadow, she halted, awestruck. Instantly, her blood began to boil and rush to her cunt. Magnus was just stepping away from a screaming man hung on the wall. Blood was speckled on his face, sprayed across his bare chest, and coated his big hands.
Her breath hitched, and his eyes snapped to hers. He changed directions and headed for her. She backed up, and the closed door stopped her progress. “Fuck,” she gasped. The heat and rage that barreled ahead of him was scalding. He was not happy to see her… or not happy for her to see him like this, but her body gave no fucks at all. He stopped not a foot from her, and she started to pant. Her eyes flicked from splatter to splatter up his torso to his blazing eyes.
This probably was one of the hottest things she had ever witnessed in her very long life. He raised his bloody hands and placed them on the door to the sides of her head. Caging her in, he growled, “You. Should not. Be. Here.” She felt her arousal drip down her thighs and tried not to whimper. She watched his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare as he caught her scent. His head tilted to the side, his rage morphed into a very different heat. Then she did whimper. Her eyes dropped to the blood on his chest, and she begged, “Please, can.. Can I taste it? You. Can I taste you?”
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