( Javert doesn't know the forest quite as well as he knows the town, but it doesn't matter quite so much when he's not trying to get away. His pulse quickens with each movement, feet carrying him through the trees as the beast bounds after him. Hairs prickle on the back of his neck every time he feels Khoriya drawing nearer — toying with him in the same way Javert would often toy with his prey. Wanting to draw the moment out as long as possible, let him bask in the adrenaline that only a good chase will provide.
He grunts when the creature finally throws himself upon him, knocking him to the ground and pinning him with his claws. The thick length of his cock swells against Javert's rear, rubbing at him through his trousers and awakening Javert's own. He doesn't struggle, shivering in Khoriya's hold as he teases him with tongue and breath, moaning as he speaks. )
Yes.
( He thinks, through the mental link between them, not realizing that he has done so, his lips never forming the word. That thought swiftly becomes a cry, his body writhing a bit beneath claws and teeth before submitting completely. Moaning one the initial pain fades, when all he can feel is Khoriya's fangs pressing into his shoulder, his thick body pinning him down. )
I am yours.
( He tilts his head just a little as if to offer himself, uncaring of how much blood the creature spills, if he will tear at his clothes in order to expose more of his skin. Such things can be mended, or replaced entirely. Javert's mind is far too addled to care. )
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He grunts when the creature finally throws himself upon him, knocking him to the ground and pinning him with his claws. The thick length of his cock swells against Javert's rear, rubbing at him through his trousers and awakening Javert's own. He doesn't struggle, shivering in Khoriya's hold as he teases him with tongue and breath, moaning as he speaks. )
Yes.
( He thinks, through the mental link between them, not realizing that he has done so, his lips never forming the word. That thought swiftly becomes a cry, his body writhing a bit beneath claws and teeth before submitting completely. Moaning one the initial pain fades, when all he can feel is Khoriya's fangs pressing into his shoulder, his thick body pinning him down. )
I am yours.
( He tilts his head just a little as if to offer himself, uncaring of how much blood the creature spills, if he will tear at his clothes in order to expose more of his skin. Such things can be mended, or replaced entirely. Javert's mind is far too addled to care. )