Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

"Good." He said and moved off him, sitting on his haunches, "Nao ye know why I been such a cock."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Yes, it certainly explains the short nerves.." he said, slowly sitting up.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"'m sorry..." He muttered, "I didn' want ye t' see..."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"It's quite alright.. I understand.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried so much.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Ye don' hafta be my bitch, it's fine...I trust you...I was jus' so angry ye disobeyed me."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He sighed softly. "I know, but you gave me zero warning.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Look at me as I am now and tell me ye blame me." He snarled.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas made a noise. "You have a valid argument.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He huffed softly, "Exactly."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"W-Well.. I suppose I should.. head back.." he said as he slowly stood up.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He watched him for a moment before moving and pinning him down again.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped. "U-Ulric??"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Hm?" He asked, "Ya wanna go t' camp instead~?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Wh-What are you doing??" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Claimin' ye like th' bitch ye are." He snarled lowly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He shudders and fights a moan. "O-Oh okay..~ w-well maybe back at camp then..!" He said

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Run along, little morsel." He growled lowly, moving back.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas stands before quickly checking the road. "Th-The coast is clear, Ulric.." he said quietly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He lumbered out and moved to their camp, each muscle flexing as he moved.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas fought a shudder. Of all the things he had done, this would surely condemn him to hell. But hey, if hell was filled with this, he was more than happy to go.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Ye a'right, morsel~?" He rumbled, watching him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"J-Just fine.. where do you want me?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moved over him and licked his chops, "Here is fine~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas backed against a tree gently, breath catching in his throat.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moved and bit into his skirt, giving a tug and ripping it from his body, his claws shredding his trousers easily.