Let it bleed (private restricted - Zaiaku&Winter)

It had been a long time since he had laid his seed in such a productive manner, and the spawn would go on to aid in the future. Whose future? The demon had wondered how many wolves would eventually know about what stirred in the mountains, they were after all the alter of the land. Sticking out of the lone lands like a monolith, they were a harrowing and treacherous piece of land. From certain vantage points, one could see many of the other packs land. He knew what was to come, he could feel the inklings of darkness that lapped at all their tails. These old wolves were not to trifle with, even if they seemed to pose no threat. Nor, could he imagine seeing them fight. What with such decrepit forms, perhaps only Thanos bulked a presence worthy of a fight.

The joker snapped back to reality at the visceral bite of Winter’s words, it caused a light stir in his loins again. Such a wicked wench. His sapphire hue glanced over to the black fatale, smirking at her attempt to appear composed, he couldn’t deny she drained him of energy as well. “So quick to be rid of me? When only moments ago I heard begging…” It was a jest, but he was a bit reserved, wondering if perhaps he should tell her what was to come. “Do you know what your Queen is doing now? Do you want to know what part she plays? Or what part those creatures inside you will play?” Zaiaku asked playfully, baiting her. A part of him felt devilish again, and invigorated with that feeling the demon was going to cause some trouble again.

Winter felt his daggers slice into her ear, and a heavy paw held against her to prevent her from lashing back at him. She snarled, regardless. Bastard, she thought, clicking her teeth together, though she wasn't horribly offended. Though they'd both spilled blood from each other, she had left a mark on him that wouldn't be forgotten. So she supposed it was only fair that he marked her body as well, and the nick in her ear would now be a reminder of the demon. Through violence they laid claim to one another.

Again the temperamental woman would snarl as he removed himself from her, calling her 'love'. She hated such a term of endearment, even if he didn't mean it. Though she flopped to the ground as well, she bore her fangs. "Don't call me that or I'll make sure you can't see," the bitch snapped, though it was a rather empty threat. Her snarky expression faded and formed into a mad grin. She had no intentions of getting to her paws right now no matter what he called her. "I don't think I'll be walking for a bit, my dear," she stated, her legs weary and her body ravaged, "So behave yourself when you go, lest I hear of trouble and have to hunt you down." It was her way of joking with him. She knew he could handle her abrasive nature, when many would be offended or run from it.

She wondered where he would go now, and what he planned to do with those ancient wolves. Whether or not he told her, regardless of what he planned to do, she would go on serving her pack and her Queen as she always did.

The demon shuddered above the woman, his breath heavy on her nape. The action had caused his eye to bleed, and two drops trailed down to his maw, where the drake lapped it up with a smirk. He had been denied by one fae, and had taken his pleasure from an older one. Winter, however, had proven to be a true woman. It had been a long time since he had sired any whelps, and his mind wandered to what would come of them. The taste of blood reminded him of what was to come, and what was going to happen to the pups of Fire & Ice. Zaiaku knew the plan, the ancient drake had explained everything to him. Even his death had been expected, oh the irony of life and death. As he emptied himself into a willing fae, the last breath had spilt from the ancient.

Zai left his mind at Winter’s lyrics, remembering that he was still within her. The hellion growled deeply, bringing his jaws down to draw blood from the tip of her left ear, a quick incision but no less painful. His heavy mitts pinned her to stop her from lashing back. “An eye for an eye, love.” The joker smirked, giving her aud a quick lick, savouring the taste. Zai felt himself soften and he lifted himself off of Winter and laying on the cave floor, his sapphire hue looking the woman over. “My compliments to you as well, I will have hope to see out of this hue again.” The single perspective wasn’t to bad, his bad eye making the view slightly cloudy.

OOC: sorry for the terribly long delay... wooopsie all my bad!

Winter growled as he continued, his movements slower but no less destructive as he delved deep within. At last he tied with her, and her own body convulsed, pulling him in closer if such a thing was possible. Her entire pelt had stood on end, and as she let out a deep sigh of relief, she felt as though her whole frame drooped, exhausted from holding the brute upon her body. "That was so much more than what I expected," she murred in a low voice, her maw tipping back toward Zai, "And you're so much more powerful than I knew." Their fight had been bloody and satisfying, but this encounter left her with a kind of satisfaction she'd never experienced before, and there was no disappoint to be had. Of course now the reality of what was to come flooded her mind - her womb would be stretched as her body carried his whelps, and lastly she would labor to bring them to life. She didn't want to think of that part - it wasn't really her thing. But alas, it would happen, but what would come of it she wasn't sure. Only time could tell.

With every death, there must be a new life. The world revolved on this principal, and it was kept the whole thing in motion. The blood that he had shed prior to even coming to Fire & Ice was enough to condemn any wolf to the deepest pits, left to rot without sunlight, or the precious moon. He had spilt the blood of the innocent within months of entering the lands, and had more than his fair share of influence over the wolves around. The demon was a fiend for deceit and carnage, thriving on the poison wrought on the souls of his victims. The hellion was to go from wrecking Winter, to finding the first set of sacrifices. Zaiaku snarled ferociously, returning his mind to the task at hand. His jowls still wrapped around the vixen’s nape, the drake brought them down a little closer. She had won the battle, leaving him with a brilliant scar, and so brought this upon herself.

Zaiaku was relentless, his growls becoming more frequent. Her lyrics spurred the demon on, and he would’ve smirked had he not been concentrating. This was as much about pleasure as it was about the future, his spawn would be a gift to Fenrisulfr. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind. But this fae was special, she had fought him without hesitation. This was about that as much as the sacrifices. Zaiaku slowed his pace into deep strokes, the demon’s growls becoming heavier and longer. For a moment he stopped, a long pause of denial, before he forced himself in to tie with Winter, a snarl ripping from his throat.

Winter rumbled with pleasure as his maw graced sensitive areas, but then he seemed to pause for a moment, captured by his thoughts. She growled harshly as she pressed against him, trying to bring him back to this moment. Her body pulled at her, desiring his touch more than anything right now. Such a strange feeling, but she didn't waste a second to hesitate or deny it. Her eyes narrowed as she felt his fangs moving over her back - this caused a whine to escape her lips, for she had never felt such a strong pull within and yet he was teasing her, making her wait. Her lust for blood was just as strong, but if she wanted blood all she needed to do was take it by tooth and claw. She had never known the feeling of being denied in such a way, though the wait was short, it felt too long to the aching vixen.

She reveled in the moment when he raised his body upon her, enveloping her in his grasp and closing his jaws on her nape. His deep growl moved through her body like thunder, causing another ripple throughout her. At last he entered her, slowly at first, opening her with an unexpected pain that made her draw in a sharp breath. The pain was quickly subsided as he moved, his body clashing with hers, the heat rising ever more within her. Legs tingling, her claws dug into the ground; it took all of her might to stay upright as he thrust against her. She murred with delight at the feelings rushing through her. How can it get better than this? And this is just the beginning... "Don't hold back..." she murred in a low tone, her ice blue orbs closing as she awaited their pleasure to explode.

The demon lapped at her eagerly, enjoying the fresh taste of her purity. The bruja was experienced in so many ways, and feeling the wench squirm beneath him caused a ripple through his frame. It had been but a few hours ago that he had engaged in such acts, taking great pleasure from that old whore. And now here he was again, about to dig himself into another. And yet another to deal with soon enough. Briefly, the joker remembered Ehrgeiz, and what his next destination was. Zaiaku felt her press against his chest, snapping him back to reality, his ivories began teasingly nipping her back.

Here was an eager woman! The demon growled deeply, vibrating both their bodies. Her lyrics caused the drake to raise up to mount her, his jowls coming down to gently embrace her nape and pin her. If what Winter desired was his power, she now had it within her. His ease at first, for her to adjust, was short lived, a beastly growl escaped him and the demon began his assault.

She was glad that he had placed himself on the ground, making it easier to reach his wounds. She grinned with amusement as she heard the grumbles of displeasure whle she worked on him, a disgruntled look on his face as she slapped the big leaf over his eye. Clearly this was not what he'd been hoping for upon arriving at her den. But soon enough, they would both get what they wanted. As her paws and muzzle ran over his figure, she felt him shift and sensed his desire rising, as was hers. Suddenly the drake was on his paws, pressing himself into her forcefully, his maw brushing her tail aside. His touch sent a ripple throughout her body, making her catch her breath as his muzzle sought out the prize. She couldn't help the way that her body responded. She leaned into him, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. Icy blue orbs glared at him as she lifted her tail; from this angle, her rump was under his chin, and she pressed ever closer to him, bumping against his chest. She had never been this close to another, never allowed such intimacy. But her groin pounded with desire and she was ready, her body begging to be taken and opened.

"Let's not waste a moment longer," she murred with a serious edge to her tone. Their bodies pressing closer, the heat rising between them, Winter breathed deeply, a slight moan escaping her ebony lips with the mere anticipation. "I enjoyed your blood, and now I want more of you... " Her strained voice came through, and it was clear what they both wanted. Though she had never done this before, she felt ready. Her legs splayed, prepared to brace his massive form upon her petite but muscular bodice, breath coming heavily. She wanted nothing more right now than to feel him upon her, grasping her close in his powerful grip and claws digging in forcefully. She had never known such a sensation, but she wanted him to fill her as deeply as he could.

The taste of blood was beginning to become sickly sweet, a lot of it had dried up but his face was still open. His midnight coat, once shining blue in the night now became the deepest shade of black. This he shared in common with the vixen enticing him forward. Her scent bringing out the fire in his loins, the demons exhaustion was the only thing keeping him restrained. Though, the joker was still himself, and found himself stepping forward to nudge her rump. Nares flaring to catch all of her scent, tongue lapping around his jowls. The smirk danced across his face, but the demon held back. He would take his prize, but not before she served him.

Zaiaku followed the witch into her cave, like the fly to a spider. Despite their fight, he held no suspicion, the drake could still fight, more so now that he had caught his breath. But this was not the case, he found ease in her vexing ways. The midnight hessian turned a few times before finding rest on the terra of the cave, the assault of scents cause him to sneeze lightly. He watched in silence as she shifted around her den, following her body frame from every angle. When she brought the moss he let out a low grumble, feeling the sting of the wound and the moss soaking up the blood. The paste wasn’t any better, causing him to wince briefly and frown from having to wear it. No fae had managed such a strike on him, and for that his own frame coursed with desire. His sapphire hues watched her closely again, smirking briefly as she began her study of his frame. It had been a while since he had been preened, and it felt good to be desired in such an obvious manner. This caused a raise in him however, and the demon grumbled in response. Zai lifted himself from the cave floor, pressing against her and nipping her rump. “I thought the fight was the foreplay…” The joker smirked, digging his maw under Winter’s tassel.

They had won each other in battle. Soaked in each other's blood, now they ambled over the rocky territory with no one else in tow. Winter would lead him to her private cave, far from where the others resided, for she was a solitary creature, requiring plentiful time apart from the group. Her hips swayed in front of him, her scent permeating the air before him. She hoped that it drove him mad. "Just a little longer, hessian, if you have patience you can have it all..." she murmured over her shoulder. She would make him wait. Besides, she had to fix him up - she had meant that bit. As they arrived at her den, she breathed in the scent of dusty herbs, ones she had gathered in the low valleys of the mountain before the harsh season for which she was named. She slipped into the darkness of the cave, quickly determining by scent what she would need to work on his wounds. She would worry about her own wounds later, when he had departed; then she could chew on the special herbs that would put her into a cloudy daze, herbs that made the time pass with dizzying haste and wounds heal faster with less pain. She dragged out some horsetail and burdock root, along with a clump of moss and some preserved, flattened leaves. "This won't take long, I promise..." she said, then added with a cruel grin, "I can't promise it won't hurt, though." Leaving the herbs, she picked up the moss and brought it around the edge of the rocky cave, where melt water trickled down the side of the rocks. She soaked the clump and promptly returned to the brute.

Reaching up as delicately as she knew how, she soaked the area around his eye, causing the excess blood to stream away and drip down his face. She had never treated such a fragile part of the body before, so she did not know the prognosis. All she could do was treat it to prevent infection, and if it healed, then so be it. Other wounds would be no problem to heal, so she would tend to them after. She placed down the moss and chewed up the horsetail, placing it upon a smooth leaf and applying it gently. "Just let that sit until I cover up your other wounds, then you can take it off," she knew it would feel awkward on his face, but it would help if he wanted to walk away without complications, "Now just get comfortable, it's easier for me to reach your wounds if you're on the ground." She didn't wait for him to comply, only hoping he would make it easier on her. She got to work, seeking out each area that she had torn open, remembering the satisfaction of goring him and tasting his blood. As her muzzle worked over his coat and over the ripple of his muscles, she was reminded of the raw power in his body that attracted her to him. He was a truly worthy male, both in body and mind. She felt the desire course through her body again and her heart beat faster; her paws ran over his body as she sought out his wounds. Trying to distract herself and focus on the task, she spoke. "Where does a wolf like you hail from?" she asked, not overly interested, but buying herself a little time as she worked, "Your bloodlines must be truly superior..." She tended to him delicately but somewhat hurriedly, pressing close to him as she treated him, wanting to get to the next part. She wouldn't resist him if he insisted on changing the subject...

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