Hunting (closed HW starter)
Bjorn could feel the most ancient and primal of instincts burning in his veins as he descended the stairs of the undercroft. If he normally gave himself over to chaos, then in heat week he was truly part of it.
In days of old he would have gone hunting across the lands, but now the darkness of the undercroft sufficed. The ancient beast was on the prowl, and looking for prey.
Not just any prey, either. Not simply a hole to sink himself into and fuck brutally until his breeding instinct was satisfied. No, he was in the mood for something different.
The bulky ahool entered the undercroft common, cold blue eyes scanning the room, a slight smirk appearing momentarily as two slaves immediately shot off the sofas and away into the dormitory. Giving chase was appealing, but he was in the mood for something with more of a backbone.
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