Black Morass [m] my time

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he moved instantly, his massive frame cutting through the swampy terrain with long strides.

when she came into view, standing poised at the edge of the grove, the fire inside him roared. his pace quickened, and he strode toward her without hesitation, his golden gaze locked on hers.

ione, he growls her name as if it is the only word he knows. his wife has called him, for a purpose only the two of them know. that they will share. it was only milliseconds before the dominus was upon his wife, burying massive head into her thin throat. inhaling the sweet there, greedy.

he layers her throat and scruff with fervent kisses. tending to her with a fever, tongue feathering through out her fur. he could take her, be done with it, but his wife deserves more than barbarity. the barbarity he would show for a common woman; it was not hers to have. he would show her worship.

they would lay together now, tending to one another, basking in the warmth of the other. his nose burrows into the fur at the nape of her neck and he pants, hungrily, pressing himself further upon his wife. making his demands known.