Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

It was clear that she was distraught. He watched her, amused, as she shivered against the rough brush of his callous voice; how she swung her head wildly in an attempt to face her with two withered holes for eyes. She was pointed just to his right and he snickered at the lack of bearings that had fallen on her without her vision. Sad to most, the devil thought it nothing more than entertaining. He wondered just how well she would have been able to lure others in with her pathetic cries and shattered mentality. As if genius had struck him, the piebald hound rose to his feet and looked at her with an intent expression. It didn't matter that she was weighing her options, only that he had a very viable solution for her. Should she step from her line, he would be quick to lash against her with gnarled and rotten fangs.

Snorting, the devil inched closer to her and then lowered his skull some to avoid a reach from her teeth. Desperate women were always so fickle. “Try to run and I'll rape you until you're spilling cum from your ears,” he spat at her coldly. The fur along his neck and shoulder bristled possessively. As if to validate his claim, Ithrik swung himself round and jutted his muzzle forth to press his nose into her hocks. The fiend inhaled sharply and laughed. “It'll be hard for you to get anywhere without your eyes.”

Ithrik wondered if his nephew would enjoy her company as much as he had. Glancing toward where the younger wolf would be, he drew his tongue along his muzzle and released a plume of breath into the brisk winter air. Iliksis would not have been too far, he assumed. It would have been dark in a few short hours, and he was determined to find a place to hunker down with his new toy. Curling a lip to nip against the flesh of her hip, the hound glanced at where he should move next and made a mark. “You'll be a good girl and I won't stick you again,” he urged in a hiss. “But you act like a bad girl and I'll have to take something else.”