(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) [ cACKLES ]
To Taurus,
The bull. The hotheaded leader. The one who stands their ground and charges forward towards all adversity. A smile tugs at Zeus’s lips as he thinks of all the places to mark. As he relishes knowing that such a powerful creature is his.
So he starts with her chest. Odd, yes, considering his past progressions. But he wanted to start of strong from the start. She must know that, with all her fire and brimstone and bluster that she is Zeus’s and that fact will never change.
And then, the tender spots. To her arm where affection is made and he jokingly points out that her muscles would make even Adonis tremble in fear.
To her cheek where he presses multiple kisses in quick succession—much to her annoyance.
To her nose, because it looked cute in that moment.
And finally, his lips trail down. To the inner cove of her thigh. Where he sucks and nips at the skin to leave her kiss. To solidify the reminder that he controls the bull.
Yet Taurus will always be his little Queen.
