King Elk Forest Ungrateful

She chose for him, running herself right into the fruit of his face. Now he had handled ambushes before - but this was one he wasn’t ready for. From the position he had stood, he was ready for Phox to attack, not the girl. So once she latched to his face, he only had enough time to pull back before she wrapped her own snout against his. But she was a quick little heiffa, and her snap landed directly on his lips in a ferocious kiss. The delicate skin tore, and bloody hell, did it fuckin’ smart! 

On his flank, the opposite had come to be, his rear having been savaged a many by both whips and fangs alike, it was a toughened hack of flesh. Unless you really dug in, all that was garnered was scar tissue, hardened by the repeated offense of time. But another patch was made, a balding patch that was under Phox’s attack, and the wally only made it gleam more of the horrid flesh. Storm wasn’t happy about having a bald ass, but it beat having a torn ass. 

His own pain from the siege was much more annoying than it was terrible, and as close as she was to his mouth, he was to hers. “Crazy bitch-“ wasn’t out of his mouth quick enough for him to rip his mouth from her own, tattered skin trailing dark red all over the both of them, the garnets dropped over an open set of jaws as he thrust his weight forward and intended to do as he promised earlier -

and crush her skull.