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Her words go some way towards placating him, and the titan allows himself to relax. After all, the woman has chosen to come back to him, not her shiny new date. She's chosen to lead him into the depths of the Grove, and if her words are anything to go by, she's about to have her wicked way with him. He huffs, still slightly sulky and jealous in an obsessive stallion kind of way, but satisfying himself with the knowledge that if she should ever bump into her second date again, she'll be smelling of Volterra. He continues to press lazy kisses against her skin, revelling in each touch and taste. Her squeak sounds like permission, and the goliath releases another guttural growl as he seeks to press his chest forcefully against her rump as he moves to mount. But then...wait! His heart sinks, thinking for one dreadful moment that she's going to change her mind, leave him blue-balled and angry. Despite not wanting to, he pauses; Volterra is many things, but he will never take a woman unless she offers herself to him. To his relief - and surprise - her words go down a different path. She wishes to join the herd? The thought of her in his herd ( Her permission finally given, the Indomitable shifts into position and takes. -SHAKALAKA BOOM BOOM- The beast slips free, sated and sweating. Each move had been perfectly calculated to ensure her utmost satisfaction, and his own, of course. He moves alongside her, his breathing already regulating itself courtesy of the stamina he's built up through fighting and fornicating. "I trust that will serve as enough persuasion for you?” he says, arrogance flooding through his words as he tries to rest his chin lazily upon her withers. |
@Aelfwine
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
