Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Wolf's thoughts shortly after he and Elvira met for the first time are illuminated in this 200-word drabble.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Wolf and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, are & TM their respective owners, not the author. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Her pale flesh was like the fine, ivory lushness of the full moon, beguiling him with a primal call no red-blooded wolf could hope to ignore. His hands itched to reach out and grasp the smooth, creamy mounds that bounced with her every step, and his mouth salivated as his eyes were drawn to her again and again.
Danger was all around them, and yet, for the most part, she seemed as pleasantly unaware of it as a fresh, Spring lamb frolicking happily in the meadow as the big, bad wolf crept ever closer. She turned to him with a mischievous wink and a saucily wicked grin. Her voice, when she spoke, was a husky purr. "Like what you see, big boy?"
In that second, Wolf knew he was lost and that he had finally found his true Mistress in the legendary Mistress of the Dark. He managed to choke down the howl that lurched to come out, vibrating in his thirsting throat, and manage an equally flirtatious remark, but he knew all the while that it would not be long before he claimed her as his and she took her rightful spot on him. He grinned in eager anticipation.
The End