Ouroboros Spine How charged with punishments the scroll,[m]

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His will was strong, but not infallible. For all of their brief moments apart, they'd found each other once again. Their nips. Their bites. Their nudges. Just a touch and the hunger overtook him. Resistance was futile. He'd been chiseled away to the core. That dark, primal corridor where nothing save instinct roamed and rampaged with little to curb his appetite.

She nosed through his furs again, tracing over recent scars; reminders of what he'd lost in order to gain the world. If she sought further, she'd find others. Fainter memories lost beneath the thickness of his fur and time and youth. They meant nothing. Their stories vanished when he'd entered these wilds.

Here and now there simply was. That waving of a tail. His resistance broken beneath the weight of his own need. He knew not now he got there, but he arrived all the same, nudging her tail aside and rising so he might mount her as he had a dozen times before. He cradled her hips beneath his own and none too gently forced his way inside.

There was no teasing. No playful flirtations or sweet nothings. Only need. Desire. Insatiable hunger. Her heat fed his fire and he would burn for as long as her flame still flickered.