i want to pin you down on the floor and fill you to the brim, claiming every inch of you so that everyone remembers that you're mine. i want to rut with you until the gods give us children or we exhaust ourselves trying. (for kelly)
Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.
the words send a deep ripple shooting down the curve of her spine. there's really only one person who comes to mind. it's the raw, primal honesty that flows with them. it has to be her king, her mate. her husband.
at the very mention of children, a paw instinctively rubs along her flat stomach. she would want that for him, for them. not just because the idea brings her joy, but to give him the lineage, the heir he deserves?
the father she knows he could become.
ββ―i want all of that as well, my husband. β though soft, her voice is thick with emotion. paw to his snout, a tender touch. ββ―but children or not, i will still remain at your side. β
@priscus.
