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⊰ Brynhild, you're failing. ⊱

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⊰ You failin at bein a mate, is what it looks like. ⊱

⊰ Heheheheh.. ⊱

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You keep bucking, a wild mare on the plains. Growling when he thrusts up into you, shoving him in deeper, you thrust yourself hard, in effect having him hit that nearly unreachable sweet spot. Eyes going wide, pupils into the smallest of slits, your muscles contract, a death grip on his bulge as you orgasm, roaring up to the ceiling.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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You keep going, picking up the pace. Your hips bruise quickly as you buck eagerly, already on the edge. You didnt give a shit if he finished or not.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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You laugh at his weak attempts to refuse you. What did you care how he felt? You would take what you wanted. And right now, that was him. You start bucking and thrusting on him, walls tightening as you go fast and hard, hips hitting his hard.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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Biting again, you smirk, already wet. Hell, you were never late to get it up. Once you feel he's stiff enough and ripe for the plucking, you mount him, letting out a little growl of pleasure as you take in all of him, cold walls tight around his hot bulge. You thrust a bit, hands on his wrists, nails dug into his palms. You snarl down at him fiercely.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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With a snarl, you lean up, piercing his ear with your fangs, squeezing his bulge again. At the same time you're removing your clothes. Telekinesis, what a wonderful thing.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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You soon have him naked. Releasing his neck, you look down at his bulge. Grabbing it, you squeeze and tease it, watching. Doesnt look to be near as big as your mate's, but it'll do. You continue messing with it, to get it up. The other hand, you rake your nails down his side.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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Being right on top of him, you suck on his neck where you bit, drawing out blood. Thoroughly pleased with the taste, you reach up to his collar, digging your nails in, and drag them to his waist- Slicing his shirt clean open, and cutting into his flesh beneath. Then you start to shred his pants. Hey, if you were fucking stuck with him for now, you would make it fun.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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Your eyes sparkle. Another you? Ooooooh.

⊰ Curious. ⊱

⊰ ... ⊱

You go over on hands and knees to him, fangs slicing into his neck as you bite down hard.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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⊰ His eyes are brighter. ⊱

⊰ But yes. ⊱

You watch him, white static raging in your eyes.

⊰ Why did you keep calling me Centiv? Who the fuck is that? ⊱

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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⊰ Hmm... ⊱

You float over, settling down on the bed. Stretching your long, lithe legs, you yawn.

⊰ He is the Warlord Scarface. ⊱

⊰ He's stupid as hell. Dumbass came after me even after I killed his entire little army he had with him. ⊱

Snort.

⊰ His name is Brynhild Forentis. He is quite literally a warlord, and lives in the mountains. He gets his title, Scarface, from the scars covering his body, and of fucking course, his face. ⊱

You have a fit of coughing into the crook of your elbow. Talking so much hurt your throat. You soon quiet, specks of neon seafoam speckling your inner elbow. You ignore it.

⊰ Fucker commands huge armies, is a good fighter. Good for fucking, too. ⊱

⊰ His blood is goddamn delicious. ⊱

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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Amused, you toss him on the bed like a ragdoll, licking your fingertips and nails.

⊰ What do you want to know, boy. ⊱

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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⊰ Same blood... ⊱

⊰ Made from his genes? ⊱

You snort. So what, is he a miniature of your matesprit?

...

A miniature of your mate. Your snarl turns into a smirk, which widens into a vicious smile. You tighten your grip on his throat.

⊰ He is much bigger than you. ⊱

⊰ And very annoying. ⊱

You slowly make your way over to the bed, nails digging into the flesh of his throat.

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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⊰ The fuck is an ancestor? ⊱

You bring him to you, lapping up the blood in delight.

⊰ He is my mate. Why do you taste like him? ⊱

⊰ The fuck ⊱

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⊰ Ancestor? ⊱

You speak in a hiss, looking him over. You do not loosen your grip, though he has enough room to draw air. With your free hand, your drag a nail down his cheek, slicing his flesh open. Licking your finger, you narrow your eyes as you watch the blood drip down his face.

⊰ Like Scarface... ⊱

⊰ The fuck ⊱