Let him be the stuff of her nightmares. As he presses his flesh to her, let him press into her dreams, and live in her wandering thoughts, waiting to be found in the quiet moments when she lets her mind stray too far.
He is inspired to violence but never in a predictable pattern.
They dance so briefly and his dark ears are full of her heavy breathing and thump and shuffle of their hooves through the undergrowth. The forest around them is silent as the malice spreads out from Tunnel like an invisible black fog. He pursues each little shift, where she steps away he steps in, and his body is a wall of hard insistent muscle bullying her just a little further. He might catch her looking furtively into the dark but it doesn’t matter because this is his corner of the night and there will be no rescue. ‘Too late’ has come and gone.
I made the wrong choice, then. She says in defiance of him and Tunnel’s cold grey eyes are flat. “Right and wrong do not live here, Briseis.” Whatever compass she lives by spins uselessly in the world in which the blue monster dwells. He raises himself up to cover her, teeth unforgiving on her night-black hide as he forces himself inside her, tasting the blood on her withers when his teeth cut her skin again. He could feast on her flesh, truly make himself all of her fears but is too consumed with fucking her to take a bite. Sweat turns his hide an inky midnight blue, and he reaches out to sink his teeth into the back of Briseis neck as he spills into her with a rumbling shudder.
He takes his time sliding off of her, forcing her to bear his bulk, his hot breath on her neck and shoulders. When he does dismount it is only to settle beside her, tracing his muzzle along her spine firm and slow, breathing in the smell of their mingled sweat and finding that her fragrance is now even more enjoyable. She might have smelled of other places and men when she arrived, but no more. Now there is only sex and a nightmare on her skin. “You are mine.” If she would like to dispute this he can show her again.
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves
as though we were drowning inside our hearts
[Briseis] Sorry, its crap, feel free to ignore anything that you don't like
