Luneshale Pass sword of destiny

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Kóvictus pressed his muzzle into hers as her name fell from her lips, low and steady. Ione. He drank the sound in, his chest rumbling as he inhaled her breath, taking it into him like she was his lifeline, his worship. She was intoxicating. Nothing had prepared him for a woman like this—a woman who ignited his desire to cherish instead of simply take, to admire instead of conquer. And yet, he was still rough, still demanding in every touch, every press of his massive frame against hers.

His paws shifted, bearing down on her hips as his claws dug slightly into her fur. Without hesitation, he dragged her up to him, his weight settling heavily into her smaller frame, forcing her to feel every inch of his dominance. A grunt escaped his throat, low and primal, as he pressed a deliberate lap to the back of her neck. The rough texture of his tongue swept over her fur, leaving a heat behind. She turned her head for him, preening beneath his power, her body yielding willingly, her submission wanting.

His voice was rough when it came, muffled by her fur. "Mine." A growl followed, low and commanding, reverberating through her body. She had given herself to him, and now he would give himself in return—not just his body, but his power, his protection, his unyielding devotion. Kóvictus’s breath came hot and heavy against her ear, his teeth releasing her scruff as he lifted his head, the weight of his body still pressing her firmly into the sand beneath them. His golden eyes burned with a feral hunger, unyielding and resolute, his voice low and guttural as he spoke.

"Te implebo semine meo, et filios meos feres. Heredes fortes, qui terram sanguine tingent. Filias feroces, quae reges frangant, non solum nubant."

He inhaled her scent again, greedily, as though she was the very air he breathed.

"Tibi mulieres dabo quae te sequantur. Quae pedes tuos osculentur. Nemo alius te habebit. Nemo alius me habebit."

Kóvictus growled deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he lowered his head again. His teeth found her scruff, biting down firmly, gripping a mouthful of her fur between his jaws. He held her there, his breath huffing and panting against her neck, raw with desire. She was his—no question, no hesitation. The weight of her submission beneath him only stoked the fire burning in his chest, fueling the feral hunger that consumed him.

His growl deepened, his nose brushing against her neck as he pressed his claim into her very soul. "Et me in te defigam donec dii ipsi invideant." he said, his words filled with dark, raw desire.