Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

Kyn hadn’t noticed the tear stained eyes, his tiny male brain was too focused on her shapely form. This was horribly wrong of him. Though he thinks everything’s alright when he nips her hocks and she offers a small laugh. Until things are obviously not alright. 

She’s burying herself in his broad chest, she stretches far to reach him, lapping and nipping at him in a way that would seem enticing if a cry didn’t fall from her lips. Instantly, his playful demeanor shifts. Dark auds flick backwards then forwards again, circular brows pinch together in concern laced with wretched curiosity. Though, she presses against him as if she wants to be taken, but he couldn’t allow such a thing when there’s obviously something so wrong. 

He feels shivers crawl up his spine like electricity. A crying woman begging for his touch. The only thing that comes to mind is poor Aphrodite. What he did to her in his heat of red hot anger, such horrid sadness that had convinced him to force himself on her. The memories of tears pricking at his eyes when he had come to his senses and begged her for forgiveness. No. He would not be taking her until he figures out if he can at least make her feel better. 

With his same pensive, but concerned expression, he softly grabs at her nap with his teeth, pulling her closer to him. “Darling,” He begins deeply, but sternly. “what’s wrong?” He questions seriously, leaving no room in his voice to show her he’d just blow it off.