[ The inner animal rages, still addled by the aphrodisiac and fighting tooth and nail against withdrawing. It has found a fine mate, a strong, eager mate to sink its teeth into, to fuck and breed and mark as its own, and it has no desire to relinquish him. Khoriya, the mind behind the beast, is half-tempted to abandon thoughts of guilt and self restraint, all the better to sink into blissful post-sex lassitude, curl around and against his partner, and bury his nose against his hair, purring all the while.
He will give into neither of these weak, pathetic desires, of course.
Javert's question, Khoriya misunderstands entirely as the fearful hope of battered prey that the predator might have lost interest. As the lustful haze recedes and the reality of their positions sets in - both of them naked and filthy, his cock still half inside the human beneath him, bared skin bruised and scratched and bloodied by fang and claws...
Khoriya swallows hard, schooling his expression into his usual blank mask of indifference as he meets Javert's gaze... though his ears flatten guiltily back against his skull. ]
...I have already done you enough injury this night.
[ His voice comes forth a low, toneless growl as he pulls back out entirely, shifting back onto his heels before rising to loom over the kneeling human before him. Caught between conflicting urges of savagery and tenderness, his mind is full of a fuzzy, panicked noise not unlike the chatter of birds, and Khoriya backs away a step, half of a mind to simply turn tail and flee. ]
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He will give into neither of these weak, pathetic desires, of course.
Javert's question, Khoriya misunderstands entirely as the fearful hope of battered prey that the predator might have lost interest. As the lustful haze recedes and the reality of their positions sets in - both of them naked and filthy, his cock still half inside the human beneath him, bared skin bruised and scratched and bloodied by fang and claws...
Khoriya swallows hard, schooling his expression into his usual blank mask of indifference as he meets Javert's gaze... though his ears flatten guiltily back against his skull. ]
...I have already done you enough injury this night.
[ His voice comes forth a low, toneless growl as he pulls back out entirely, shifting back onto his heels before rising to loom over the kneeling human before him. Caught between conflicting urges of savagery and tenderness, his mind is full of a fuzzy, panicked noise not unlike the chatter of birds, and Khoriya backs away a step, half of a mind to simply turn tail and flee. ]