Black Morass in the middle of the night

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it will be so, he snarls, his voice cutting through the air. her warmth against him only stokes the fire that simmers beneath his scarred exterior, and his crooked nose dips to drag along her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. no one will touch you, ione. no one will dare.

his jaws snap softly near her ear, not in anger but in a display of raw, primal intent, his breath huffing heavily as he lowers his muzzle closer to her. you are mine, he growls, his tone fierce and unyielding. and i will rip the throat from any who think otherwise.

his massive frame shifts slightly, pressing into hers, his presence wrapping around her like a shield. his nose trails lower, brushing the base of her tail again as he inhales deeply, greedily. he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze fully, his golden eyes burning with the weight of his vow, the raw, feral fire of his need and his claim. the world will hunger, but it will starve. you are mine, ione. my wife. my reverend mother. my queen.