the spirit of flesh is toiled away in the hunt as the mind races for victorious sustenance.
Muscles poised and haunches back, his sleek dark body is enveloped by the dark he calls his friend. He is lone and he is hungry. No one can fill his void but his own claw and his own tooth. The hairs on the back of my neck prick me in a way as if to impregnate me with his intent. I welcome his perversion and his bite and I call to him. "Brother, where art thou tonight..." and I await his return alone in silence. Looming far above on an alcove well hidden from mortal eye, he listens and growls. He hasn't time tonight for her and she knows, yet still she beckons him. He knows what's in her mind as she always knows his. Neither can guard off the other for they are kin, siblings from such an ancient seed. Soon he will yield to her and they shall laugh and claw one another trying to taste the sinister deeds of the days ago when each was in full rut and looking for a meal. Nothing will ever compare to the metallic and sweet breathe of death that hovers over them in a veil. Both are killers and both are lovers and both have so much to take yet from this world. So much wrong has been done to them that even in their pain, their willing mirth shows for the creatures who once kept them apart. She will feed him and in kind he will spill what he can to fill her hunger in the hopes that their togetherness for this one meal will not be their last. Too many to train and spread their disease to and too many to fell for the deeds of the past. Time will let them reign true as the next pups mewl for their turn. Soon his lank and lithe vessel will approach bearing the scent of his kill and then, only then will the ecstasy begin as she shall lick upon his face and slide her tongue along his teeth to savour the death and the fainting life that lingers there. Nothing is secret and sacred between this sister and her princely brother. Nothing is unattainable to them and nothing perverse; as rulers they decide what is to be and what shall not exist no more. "Brother, you keep me in wait...one must think you tease..." she calls to him again, this time letting her nakedness be marked by the moon's silvery light as she glows with a fire only he can calm. In his fur she will lay her head and smell his scent and know that they are finally home.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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