Panther Park Long and hard

I would rather no one else popping in, if you don't mind?

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Confirming her identity brought both excitement and discomfort to Damien. First his face lit up and even his tail danced behind him, but then he remembered why he was looking for her and how clueless he was on how to get to that point.

That time they'd met Asterr had promised they would meet again, that promised had remained meaningless words until now. He'd believed she had only told him that to get rid of him, and it hurt him to believe that while he saw her with good eyes. "I thought you would visit me sooner," revealed the dark prince with an almost sorrowful taste to his words. "I... I had began to think I'd never see you again," he admitted, and then regretted it immediately. If wolves could blush, this would be a perfect moment for Damien to do so. He looked away and his ears pulled down a notch while his tail fell down a little.

She really looked exquisite under the lights of dawn, with the darkness of a forest at her background. Pale eyes crawled up the female's legs shyly, seeking her chest and then the onyx color of her neck. This was the first time Damien looked at a female with those eyes, full of interest, drinking the beauty of her body. Not even Cicero had gotten such look from Damien, and many times he'd thought he'd really found an interest in his body. Perhaps he was wrong.

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