.:Rivers of Lust:.
Violent times, is what they lived in. There was only one rule: Kill or get killed. Simple as that.
The need to be watching your back in constant vigilance made their adrenaline rush to their veins and be ready for any attack. The dark shadows around them were never safe, they fucked with their minds making them see things that did not exist, that were never there.
Once he made a grave mistake by ignoring the shadows, mistaking them for non living things.
It´s what made him get in this situation.
He had been attacked upfront takling him to the ground, holding him down with his body. Brown eyes had shot open wide with shock and horror. For one look into those deep crazed blue eyes and he felt a need inside him blossom letting itself be known from the shiver that went down his spine making his skin crawl.
Mercy. Those deep blue orbs and insane blood lusting grin were too much.
The rivers of lust discovered where more than enough.
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He could not let go of the young man under him, did not want to. He wasn´t known for being such a merciful being.
He knew what the feeling coursing through his being and wanting to make itself present was: lust; and he would gladly give in.
The lust for the pretty little creature now writhing under him, the need to fuck him stupid, the want…he would give in to his want before he let go and mercy came.
Heaven help them keep from drowning…in the newfound rivers of lust.