𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝

“Send you away. Go on vacation. If you’re outta their fuckin’ sight, they gonna focus on somethin’ else.” If she wasn’t here, the little bastard trying to get his crown couldn’t touch what wasn’t in front of his paws. But he had to convince Aliza this was good for them. He wanted her alive, wanted her from becoming a bitch tied down and fucked for her eggs. “You don’t need to say no, you just think about a vacation. Somewhere you wanna go.”

He might even try to meet up with her and steal a few days with just the two of ‘em. “I don’t need to worry that shite will happen to you. They’re going to make this,” he pointed to each other, “what we have into a fucking breedin’ contest.”

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     Her lips are pressed into a line because she doesn’t like the fact it feels as if she’s being cornered into a wall by strangers that she doesn’t even know. A sigh falls from her lips and Aliza looked at Sabin unsure of how she felt. “I’m making decisions based on their actions, Sab. Ceding more power over my life than I’m even comfortable with all because of a stranger. That’s not okay.”

《 Lupine eyes blink close, inky lashes lingering along pale cheeks remaining in place as the feral god smooths his palms down his thighs to his knees. There is a crack of his knuckles squeezing around his kneecaps before Agena is piercing Aleah once more with the icy void of his gaze, fingers drumming along his shins in a slow, broken rhythm. Attention from the god is not unlike Winter itself, beautiful at first, enticing to play and bask in, but should you be trapped in its icy grip, you will hunger for the warmth of summer days. The muscles of his neck stretch and pull, craning off to the side as his head tilts in a canine manner that is both intimidating and condescending. Fleshy lips curve slightly in an amused grin at her words, flashes of pointed teeth turning his features into the likeness of a wolf.

Leaning towards his pet a hand slips forward so he may press the side of his finger to her chin and guide her to him. He brings their faces close, studying the way Aleah carries her fear and desire on her face.  》

❝ And why do they scare you little one? They are but eyes… ❞

《 His thumb traces the line of her lower lip, stopping in the center so as to pull it down, parting her lips before he releases it. Agena’s features are akin stone, unyielding in a new, focused expression as the hand that previously guided Aleah to him now moves to wrap around her throat.  He begins to squeeze, thumb splayed down the length of her windpipe, fingertip pushing into the underside of her chin. 》 ❝ –hands do far greater damage. ❞

     when his hand is upon her flesh it seems to lick flames along the very course it moves along. as icy as it was it burned into her. past flesh, and close to the bone. her fingers, much smaller than his own, slip around his wrist that holds her neck and clings to his limb. 

    “yes, this is true... but eyes are remarkable and leave you with a specific feeling seared into you that you are never to forget. that you cannot forget.” she’s moved even closer to him whilst on her knees and his hand upon her throat. her fingers grip his thighs, idly running nails to graze up and down and up again while caressing him.