Boartusk Heights [m] blood oath for the blood god

hi, my love <33

He stares, and that stare lingers. Smell; different kind—sweeter like rose gold, luring like vanilla dipped aroma and maddening. Almost it makes him think she is in heat. Something he knows is not the truth. Her bump grows, unexpectly too big too soon. At least the claim and smell of his musk is forever imprinted on her and will never go away for as long as he remembers.

You have done quite a lot of work so far, it’s pretty impressive. And because she was hormonal and would snap his throat open, he pulled out the puppy eyes move before licking his nose clean. Hi, baby… or should I say my queen?

Death is near. Heh.

I have made my mind. I won’t let you run, to slip away once again.