Renegade nodded, something… dark glittering in her gold-flecked black gaze as she watched the other female. “You’ll have a place here, Camille. You’ll have gifts beyond your wildest imaginings. Power and strength you’d have found nowhere else. I can give you these things and so much more,” she continued, head falling back as Sickle wound his hands through her fur. Massaged at the muscle coiled tight about his Queen’s nape. “All you have to do is take it.”
Camille licked lips that had gone dry, despite the steam billowing off the water’s surface. Pretty green eyes flicking between Sickle, Renegade, and what lay beyond their little secluded pool. “Take it, Mistress? I don’t understand.”
At this, Renegade moved. Tipping forward, she went to the Beta female wearing nothing but a smirk and the length of chain keeping her at Sickle’s side. Tail breaking through the water. Swishing back and forth. Back and forth. Coy. “Yes,” she hissed, and stood before Camille. Dripping. Glorious. “Take them. Take the gifts I alone can offer, and I will give you everything.”
It was then, as Sickle watched the indecision warping Camille’s features, that he realized just how… perfect Renegade really was.
Perfect for Giaus, his crafty, devious little Queen that shouldn’t be.
Knew he was enthralled to the Omega female, but didn’t care. Knew Camille, too, had been caught up, even before the pretty Beta dipped her head and bent the neck.
“I accept,” she breathed, and Renegade struck. Pressing Camille’s head to the side, gently, she nosed at the spot where a mate might leave marks, and began to purr. Buried her teeth in Beta flesh, and infected her handmaiden with the Trax.
Claiming her for the pack beyond the Krust.
Crowning the Renegade Omega…
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M.D. Pentacles is fond of speaking in the third person because she feels it’s an accurate representation of the fracture in her psyche and the legions who’ve made themselves comfy up inside her brains. This crack goes deep—Hell deep—but that’s okay because M.D. grew up wrangling the darklings and by this point is mostly just tired of their shit, yet happy to give the raunchy darlings a voice. After a brief episode of perception-altering insanity, M.D. realized she had two options: keep the filthy chaos to herself and risk causing a super massive black hole with the ensuing implosion, or share her slutty demons with those brave enough to join her in embracing the chaos...
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