[mature] hunt or be hunted; mary

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

Mary’s scent is intoxicating. The hound can feel every fume of it making him sicker with lust and passion to have her. He pushes into her mane further, yearning more for her. Every part of her he wants and he isn’t sure he can wait any longer for her to give him the answer. He is growing inpatient by the small ticks of time. It feels like forever, and he doesn't have forever to wait in order to have what he wants now. “You,” she finally says. Her whisper is soft against his ear. A sweet whisper of seduction that gives him the consent he was looking for. But Mary is quick to feed off of his obvious yearning for her body. She takes every moment after her consent to make him want her more. She touches him in the right places. Sinner’s desire grows more obvious as his dark hooded gaze follows her along where she moves and goes. He lets out a distasteful approval, but there is a hint of playfulness behind it. Mary comes around him, pressing herself into him. He smirks at her next words. If she wanted all of him, he would give her what she wanted. The hound nips at her rump as she moves forward, finally giving in to what he was waiting for. “You will have it all,” he says in a husky voice filled with more lust and desire, before mounting her and letting nature take its course.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Mary]