Alastaire had barely crossed into their realm before the hunt began. Kindred’s wolf form was on him in moments, drawn to the shimmer of his undying soul like a beacon. The chase was short, almost perfunctory, and it ended with jaws snapping shut around him, trapping him in the hot, slimy grip of the predator’s maw.
“You are troublesome prey, warlock,” Kindred growled, his voice low with irritation. “I thought you would fall quickly, yet you made me chase you longer than I care to admit.” His tongue rolled over Alastaire’s body, stripping away his clothing with deliberate ease. Heat and saliva coated his fur, the violet glow of the wolf’s throat casting a spectral shimmer across his naked form. The growl in Kindred’s chest shifted, deepening with pleasure. “And yet… your taste is far finer than I expected.”
Alastaire flushed, smirking through the wet caress. “Glad to hear it. You might make a meal of me now, but I will always find my way back through my soul anchor. Getting here was simple enough. If you liked the chase and the flavor, you could always hunt me again.” His tone was light and daring, the tease pulling a rumble of amusement from the great wolf.
“You boast like prey that forgets what jaws it lies in,” Kindred snarled, though the irritation was fading from his voice. “You would return willingly, to be devoured again?” His tongue pressed harder against Alastaire’s body, savoring the taste and texture.
“I might,” Alastaire murmured with a heated grin, “especially if you keep making it this good.”
Kindred’s growl rolled through his chest, no longer annoyed but intrigued. “Then perhaps I will look forward to your return. Few linger in my belly more than once, and fewer still offer themselves with a smile. You may prove to be a rare indulgence.” With that, he swallowed, drawing Alastaire down into the pulsing violet glow of his gullet.
The interior glistened around him, alive with faint light that rippled across the slick walls, each contraction gripping and massaging his body. The tight embrace and the hot, wet squeeze drove his flush deeper, his smirk breaking into breathless arousal. This was not an end, only another passage, and the certainty of his return made it all the sweeter. He let himself sink into the violet-lit dark, savoring the embrace of Kindred’s throat and already imagining the next time he would be hunted, caught, and tasted again.
This was a piece I got from the artist Auzii, go follow them on X or FA!