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in the middle of the night - Ione - January 04, 2025

the air seemed heavier as ione moved through the familiar paths that wound through imperium. the soft press of her paws against the earth was careful, deliberate, her steps carrying her toward the place she knew @Kovictus would linger.

there was no mistaking the change beginning to stir within her, a warmth blooming beneath her skin that sent her thoughts spiraling toward him. this was a truth that could not wait, not with what lingered on the horizon, and she could not leave her husband unaware.

the scent of him drifted faintly on the air, and her pace quickened, the resolve in her chest tempered by the faint tremor of nerves. she called softly, her voice low but unwavering.

RE: in the middle of the night - Kovictus - January 04, 2025

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kóvictus catches the scent first, faint and teasing, curling through the thick air like a siren’s call. his muscles tense. her scent is unmistakable, the faint bloom of pre-heat weaving through the familiar paths of imperium, pulling him like a tether. there’s no question in his mind—he will find her. he must. theissor still lingers, and kóvictus cannot trust the brute, nor any other, to behave themselves. she is his, and there will be no mistake about that.

her scent grows stronger, wrapping around him like a vice, pulling at the feral need simmering beneath his scarred exterior. when he finally sees her, his breath hitches, a low, guttural growl rumbling deep in his chest. her figure, her scent, everything about her in this moment is irresistible. she taunts him without a word, and it burns. he closes the distance in a heartbeat, his massive frame descending upon her. his nose buries itself at the base of her tail, his breath hot as he inhales deeply, greedily, the growing heat in her scent sending a shudder through his hulking form. his growl deepens, vibrating through both of them as his teeth flash in a snarl—not at her, but at the thought of any other male daring to approach her now.

he growls. his body presses close to hers, his massive frame shielding her from the world around them. you must stay hidden. you tempt me, wife. you tempt others.

RE: in the middle of the night - Ione - January 04, 2025

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he came. tail lifting at the puncture of his nose, arching in a gesture both instinctive and deliberate. his presence, his command, filled the space around them, wrapping her in the weight of his dominance.

i have come to tell you, she began, her voice low, measured, as though the words themselves held power. you are right. the world will hunger, but it will not have me. she moved closer, pressing her side against him, her fur brushing his as her warmth lingered between them. shield me, husband. shield me so that no seed but your own will grow within me.

she tilted her head upward, her breath a soft exhale against his jaw as her lips curled faintly. can you promise this, kóvictus? that it will be so? that no other will dare to challenge what is yours? her words were neither question nor plea but a challenge laced with devotion, meant for no ears but his.

RE: in the middle of the night - Kovictus - January 04, 2025

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it will be so, he snarls, his voice cutting through the air. her warmth against him only stokes the fire that simmers beneath his scarred exterior, and his crooked nose dips to drag along her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. no one will touch you, ione. no one will dare.

his jaws snap softly near her ear, not in anger but in a display of raw, primal intent, his breath huffing heavily as he lowers his muzzle closer to her. you are mine, he growls, his tone fierce and unyielding. and i will rip the throat from any who think otherwise.

his massive frame shifts slightly, pressing into hers, his presence wrapping around her like a shield. his nose trails lower, brushing the base of her tail again as he inhales deeply, greedily. he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze fully, his golden eyes burning with the weight of his vow, the raw, feral fire of his need and his claim. the world will hunger, but it will starve. you are mine, ione. my wife. my reverend mother. my queen.

RE: in the middle of the night - Ione - January 05, 2025

her breath shuddered as his voice wrapped around her like chains of molten steel. she basked in his words, each vow striking her core, each snarl fanning the embers of her pride and purpose. her tail remained high, a signal of her acceptance, her belief in the dominance of the one she had chosen, the one chosen for her.

you are my shield, my storm, she murmured, the words soft but deliberate, a reverence in her tone that matched the fire in his. she pressed closer, the curve of her body melding to his larger frame.

his claim was absolute, and she reveled in it. the words he spoke weren’t just promises; they were a declaration, a binding contract in the eyes of the celestial mothers. she belonged to him, yes, but it was a shared belonging, a sacred partnership forged in blood and the will of the divine.

her gaze, unwavering and molten with approval, met his. and tell me, husband, what do you desire of me? her voice lilted, a curious edge curling through the sweetness of her tone. her tail swayed faintly as her lips curved into a soft smile, teasing but sincere. sons to carry your strength, or daughters to rule with my wisdom?

RE: in the middle of the night - Kovictus - January 05, 2025

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kóvictus doesn’t answer her with words at first. instead, he barrels into her, his massive frame tangling with hers as they fall to the ground. his limbs grapple with hers, pulling her atop him. his golden eyes burn into hers, wild and filled with intent.

his nose presses into the nape of her neck, and he begins to groom her fur with strokes of his tongue, rough but tender. his breath huffs against her as he speaks. here, he murmurs, this is where i will bite you when i take you. when i fill your womb with our heirs. it will leave a scar beautiful on only you.

his growl deepens, vibrating through both of their bodies as he shifts slightly beneath her, his claws grazing her sides. her question lingers in the air, teasing and sweet, but kóvictus meets it with playful ferocity. both, he growls, his tone sharp with conviction.

strong sons to carry my strength, to bring me glory in battle. and daughters... his voice softens slightly, but the hunger remains. daughters who will make men cow before them.

RE: in the middle of the night - Ione - January 06, 2025

she shuddered beneath his weight, her body attuned to every touch, every stroke of his tongue. his words sank deep into her, filling her chest with a sense of pride and anticipation that burned hotter than the heat coursing through her veins.

you speak as though it is already done, husband, she murmured, her voice low and edged with teasing warmth. her eyes locked with his, unwavering, as her tail curled against him. you are so certain of your strength, of your claim. it is intoxicating.

she pressed herself closer to him, her head tilting slightly to bare the nape of her neck, inviting him to mark her, as he promised. her breath came in soft huffs, her voice a quiet hum. strong sons and fierce daughters, then. may they carry your name, our name, into the annals of history.

RE: in the middle of the night - Kovictus - January 08, 2025

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his lips curl into the faintest sneer of satisfaction at her invitation, at the way she tilts her neck so willingly, so assuredly.

but he does not bite.

his massive frame shifts slightly beneath her, his nose brushing along the exposed nape of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, greedily. his breath huffs hot against her fur as he growls softly.

not yet. the words come rough. his teeth graze the tender fur at her neck, but he pulls back, his restraint palpable. i will not taste your blood until your womb burns with my seed, full of what i have given you. it is only right.

but his growl deepens as his nose drags along her neck once more, his breath heavy, hot, and filled with need. our eldest son, he rasps, he will be called tiberian. as he drags his nose along her neck, he pushes her off. rolls her to her back, only for him to be upon her now, his tail teasing upon the roundness of her hips. and tiberian will take our eldest daughter to mate. she will be his reverend mother. and they will only be the beginning of our immortal reign, my wife.

RE: in the middle of the night - Ione - January 08, 2025

it is only right, she murmured, the words flowing with ease, her tone low and unwavering. she met his eyes with something close to devotion, a soft tilt to her lips that mirrored submission, though her mind worked swiftly beneath the surface.

she would not challenge him outright—not here, not now. his strength was unyielding, his desires clear, and the reverence he demanded was one she would give willingly. for now. but his plans, so rigid and absolute, sparked embers of her own design.

tiberian, she thought, committing the name to memory as though it might serve her in ways he had yet to imagine. and the daughter? their daughter would be hers to guide. hers to mold.

she shifted slightly beneath his weight, her body pliant yet steady, her tail brushing his leg in acknowledgment. she would build his dynasty, as he willed, but the foundation? that would be hers.

we will give them a reign worthy of the gods, she said, her voice soft but sure. internally, she smiled—an ambition hidden well beneath the guise of agreement.