Black Morass in the middle of the night

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kóvictus doesn’t answer her with words at first. instead, he barrels into her, his massive frame tangling with hers as they fall to the ground. his limbs grapple with hers, pulling her atop him. his golden eyes burn into hers, wild and filled with intent.

his nose presses into the nape of her neck, and he begins to groom her fur with strokes of his tongue, rough but tender. his breath huffs against her as he speaks. here, he murmurs, this is where i will bite you when i take you. when i fill your womb with our heirs. it will leave a scar beautiful on only you.

his growl deepens, vibrating through both of their bodies as he shifts slightly beneath her, his claws grazing her sides. her question lingers in the air, teasing and sweet, but kóvictus meets it with playful ferocity. both, he growls, his tone sharp with conviction.

strong sons to carry my strength, to bring me glory in battle. and daughters... his voice softens slightly, but the hunger remains. daughters who will make men cow before them.