Black Morass in the middle of the night

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he came. tail lifting at the puncture of his nose, arching in a gesture both instinctive and deliberate. his presence, his command, filled the space around them, wrapping her in the weight of his dominance.

i have come to tell you, she began, her voice low, measured, as though the words themselves held power. you are right. the world will hunger, but it will not have me. she moved closer, pressing her side against him, her fur brushing his as her warmth lingered between them. shield me, husband. shield me so that no seed but your own will grow within me.

she tilted her head upward, her breath a soft exhale against his jaw as her lips curled faintly. can you promise this, kóvictus? that it will be so? that no other will dare to challenge what is yours? her words were neither question nor plea but a challenge laced with devotion, meant for no ears but his.