Shadewood watching every lover on the battleground [M]

He had crossed a spring of multiple other heats, the meadow of other womanly pheramones that called to a deaf ear. He had ignored the throng of songs as he knew his one and only blossom would come, and once it did, he would be ready. Or so he thought.

His regular patrol was a hazadous one- he simply couldn't focus. It was not the first time he had been surrounded by other women's blooms, but for it to be happening simultaneously had caught him at a terrible time. He was still ruined internally, a crack still struggling to heal after all that he had put his Empress through. He wanted to apolgize to her with every breath that dared leave his nares, to give her every meal he had even scrounged up, to just let her have everything.
But she already had it all. He gave her everything. 

Or again, so he thought.

It wasn't until he felt someone watching him, almost as though they were hidden and miles back through the trees, as though they had a hit out on him and they had come to fulfill the contract. But the watching wasn't malicious, nor deadly- despite it's laser like aim, he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. 

It wasn't until a waft of the most intricate scent desecrated everything he had every thought. His mind went silent as he simply stood, no longer searching for this scent, but waited. Waited, as his body fought to remain standing. It was a tidal wave of roses, ivory and pungent that crashed repeatedly in a vicarious thrash against him. Subconciousness succumbed to this battering, a jaw slightly dropping which only forced the frigid perfume to be even more thick, even more perceptible. Even more deadly to his duty. 

His focus screamed at him as his heart slowed, his discipline wailed as his glacials sharpened as they glazed over. But all freedom he had was stripped, as the Phantom was brought to idiocy when the White Queen came to collect her due. He felt no level between them; he felt minor, almost childlike as he was held in some revolving awe in her presence. His ability to hide anything from anyone melted and left him naked. He was hers, and it was left blatant and unabashed over his chistled face. He shook as she rocked the space between them with her catwalk, and knew not whether to speak, or just fall over in a perished bow to her captivating aura. 

Luckily for him, his body already knew, as it shut his capabilities off, completely. His person vanished completely, fading the kind and loving soldier away in a void to never return until the Phantom had taken her, taken her bouquet and sewn within her seeds to begin a meadow of harmonious replicate flowers. The Black Ghost strode to meet the White Shadow, and it wasn't long before he was chest to chest with the one who held Raziel's sanity on a chain around her delicate neck. The Void engulfed the Light, a mixture of kisses rasping over her soft coat, mingling and lingering in all of the most tender and extreme of places. It roved over the body with efficient and unending pressure where most would be shy to even cross, but he was there. lmost as though he was a surgeon and knew every tendon, every nerve ending that would bring her to the most unrivaled of pleasures, he would be there, and he would never stop until she asked him to. No, he would not stop anything until the ivory begged him to stop. He wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear those soft tones eradicate his own senses until he exploded. He wanted her dulcets to poet into him, to fill the Void with every single bliss ever to be achieved. 
Until then, he would fill her own.

FORGOT ABOUT THAT. Did you wanna fade, or did you wanna write wolf porn? >_> Up to you.