"Um...hi?" The hero of winds chirped like a rito while being held flush against the ground.

The darknut didn't respond to his tentative statement, at least not with words. Instead the warrior hound leaned down and then brought its nose to the side of Link's neck. 

The blond instantly froze. 

The young hylian then gasped when the cold, wet part of the darknut touched his naked body.  Fear quickly rode the tide of his mind as he wondered if this would be how he met his end. 

"Calm." The dark brown hound grumbled as he set about sniffing his way along the smaller male's throat and chest. The strong word, simple and crude in its release, instantly made the hylian relax.

The darknut chuckled at how easy it was to get the other to obey him; while the hylian might have been his dominant on the battlefield, it was clear that right then the other was more than willing to show his acceptance of the other's control over him. "Submissive." He grunted as the scent of fear slowly faded into arousal as their lower ends rubbed against one another. Link opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced by the larger monster opening his muzzle and then rolling his massive tongue out along the length of his pale neck. 

Link had never had a dog before, mostly because the life he led didn't allow for one, and so he wasn't sure if what he was experiencing right then was normal. He did find himself murmuring ever so softly as the dark brown hound slathered his broad, wet organ along the curve of his shoulder blade and then on further towards his chest. Slow, sweet whimpers escaped from out of the blonde's throat when the darknut got to his aching groin, his massive tongue having scooped clean all of the sweat which had accumulated along his belly from his time spying on the other. 

Why had he even thought to do such a thing? 

He didn't know. And right now he didn't care. 

All Link concerned himself with at that moment was in tracking the warrior canine's gargantuan head as it dipped low in between his pale legs. 

When the other's crimson eyes fell upon his shivering cock Link found himself praying right then. A firm lash of a heated tongue along his gently dripping manhood made him keen like a rito singing to the morning sun. The sound of the darknut chuckling up at him made the hylian blink his big blue eyes open - when had he closed them exactly - and then gaze down at the other. The painted face of the monstrous canine quickly became the center of his focus. 

Hylian and darknut stared at each other for several seconds, neither blinking, before the dark brown hound lolled his tongue out from his wide muzzle to take another lick over the shuddering body underneath him.

Link gasped. He then rolled around like a maiden on her wedding night when his balls, thick and heavy like a cucco's egg, were washed down in the warrior canine's drool. 

It was obvious to anyone who knew anything about dogs to notice how thoroughly the darknut covered the smaller male's in his scent; a mark of claim, if ever one was to be made. However there was more going on here, as the monster moved himself further down the length of Link's twitching form, his tongue mapping out the detailed contours of the little waif's form as he did so. Link didn't know any other this, and so his body was left completely electrified by the pleasure born from being coated in slick drool as it were. By the time the darknut got to the bottom of his soles the blonde was more than ready to lift his slim legs up for the other's approval. Why he thought of enacting such a bizarre move was beyond the scope of Link's understanding, as sex was something he only tangentially knew anything about, and that was more by accident than purpose. The darknut didn't care though, not as he worked to suck on the blonde's toes in order to completely cement the other's scent and taste into his memory. 

Link's cock was all but weeping in pleasure by this point in time. He would have reached down to stroke him off, but everytime he tried to do so the dark brown hound growled a warning at him. A strange, twisted voice in the back of his head immediately made his limb lose the will to live, thus Link was left with a growing frustration within the center of his groin as the head of his shaft dribbled clear tears of need down the side of his scar covered thighs. He got a small bit a reprieve when the warrior canine moved back up his front; a small sweep of that ever moist tongue removed much of his musk laden scent, however when the warrior canine's muscular tongue dipped against the underside of his rump and then inside of the cleft between the cheeks more pearls of pleasure seeped out from his length in appreciation for the act in question. 

The darknut chuckled as he worked the over again and again, his mind ever focused on the knowledge that the other was letting his body speak the words of his submission better than his voice ever could. The fact that he found the waif's scent quite delicious as he stroked his tongue across his pale pink pucker over and over again highlighted just how much the darknut was enjoying wringing out such pleasure from the other warrior. The desire to lift the other's slim legs up and then mount him with the full force of his raging cock had long since blossomed within his mind, and yet he didn't take the opportunity. Instead he crawled his way back up Link's form to stare him in the eye, the knowledge of who was in charge between them became as clear as crystal once the monster sneered down at him. 

Instantly Link clenched his face up at the other. He was not going to let some overgrown dog...

A sharp bite along his throat made the hylian jump.

The fear he had felt seconds early returned twofold as the blonde found himself whimpering as he looked up into the red eyes which were watching him ever so closely. When Link failed to do anything more than curl up on himself the darknut nodded at him knowingly.

Of course the young warrior had no idea what such a gesture meant, after all how could he? He was not a member of the darknut clan, so to him all he knew was that he was in the presence of a dangerous predator without a weapon to fight the other back with. And yet he was in no danger from the towering canine looming above him like an ever watchful hound: to another darknut, biting one's neck was seen as a sign of domination, one in which many pups were forced to endure whenever they got out of hand, however this gesture had another meaning to a mated pair, as it was seen often as a prelude to intimate play when done with the force in which the dark brown hound used right then. When Link did not immediately rise to try and slay him, despite being easily held down by the gargantuan hand encompassing his chest, the darknut took this as the final sign he needed to fully proclaim the other as being a submissive male. 

This meant that one of two things could happen now. 

One, the darknut could allow Link the chance to understand his position between them through use of words, the likes of which the warrior canine would struggle to use, as the common tongue was not something that his people were all that comfortable with using.

Or two, he could allow the hylian to prove his worth as a mate by allowing his natural instincts to rise to the forefront through use of affectionate gestures. 

Did it really need to be said which of those options the darknut was more fond of?

Pulling himself up off of the blonde, the darknut made his way back to the lake without a word being spoken. The absence of his heavy presence along the top of his body slightly startled Link, as the hylian was quickly growing used to the feeling of the other's warm body encompassing his smaller frame, despite being startled out of his wits by everything which had just taken place. However there was no stopping the other from moving about his way, given their respective strengths when outside of combat. And so Link remained where he was, completely in awe over the fact that he had just been licked, bitten, called a submissive, and then left with an aching hardon, the likes of which was making some rather incessant demands of the rest of him.

Pulling himself up from off of the grassy knoll and then turning to look to where the darknut had walked off to, the blonde was slightly surprised to see the other was peering straight at him from where he was sitting along the bank of the lake. Trepidation made Link tentatively edge his way forward; his mind screamed at him that this was a trap several times over, halting his advance, however the waif continued to push himself for after catching his breath. Why? He couldn't say for sure, but a strange, growing desire within him commanded that he make his way over to the proud warrior canine. 

Once he reached the water, the warrior of the winds dipped his toe in and then pulled back as though burned. 

"It's freezing!" He chirped as his mind swiftly calculated the temperature of the glistening pool in front of him. 

The darknut grunted in approval over this obvious fact, however he refused to move from where he sat. 

Looking about the area, Link tried to find some perch with which he could cross to make his way over to the big monster. Seeing that there was no way to get around to the other, the blonde took in a deep breath and then exhaled. The resolve which showed within his blue eyes sparkled like the brightest of rupees as he dipped his toe into the water, followed by his entire leg. And then the other. And then Link was moving. 

The darknut approved of the smaller male's resolution with a small nod. 

The little one was indeed a good mate if he could brave such an obvious test of will without any consequence nudging him across the back. Of course the darknut would not have let him go if he decided to turn away, but the other didn't need to know that right now. Or ever. That ass was his to claim. And claim it he would, even if he had to pounce on the other and drive home the fact that he belonged with the other with rough, demanding thrusts of his manhood. Thankfully such a turn of events did not come to pass. 

The dark brown hound chuckled when his little waif finally made his way over to him. Spreading his gargantuan legs in an open invitation, the warrior hound allowed the hylian to settle himself into his lap once their bodies were able to touch one another.

"Good." The large canine grunted. He then leaned his head down to lick Link along the side of his neck. To see the blonde shudder from the playful touch reaffirmed that the other would be a perfect submissive for him, as such affections were going to be a constant in their lives going forward.

The question as to what the small one had been doing before now, why he was chasing after him, and those who already existed within his life were of a moot point to the darknut. He would do whatever it took to make the young warrior accept his affections, and thus the fact that their lives would soon be permanently tied to one another, even if he had to collar the other, something for which was done only when the mate in question proved to be so rebellious that continuous conquest in battle wouldn't calm their wild antics. The darknut chuckled as he thought about how his birth father wore his permanently locked silver studded collar with pride before he shook away such a thought. 

"It's really cold." Link whimpered as he huddled his much smaller body ever closer to the warmth provided by the towering mass of fur and muscle that was the darknut.

The dark brown hound said nothing, though he did wrap one of his broad arms around his future mate's body in an attempt to comfort him. Seeing and feeling Link nuzzle ever close to him made all of the blood rush down inside of the darknut's thick cock. 

The feeling of the already huge piece of flesh rising up against him made the hylian blink rather owlishly before he looked down into the water. 

"Woah." His mouth dropped in awe as he noticed that the growing pillar was bigger than one of his arms, longer too. "You're big." This statement made the warrior hound puff his chest up in pride.

"Will feel." The darknut replied as he took one of Link's hands and then guided it down to the head of his human-like erection. 

"Yeah, I don't…" Link tried to speak his thoughts but it was impossible, given how stunned he was at feeling the gargantuan stalk of maleness that rested against his body. He wasn't sure that it had been that big or thick when it had been impromptuly jousting against his own respectable manhood, however regardless of it was or not Link found himself panting low and deep as he thought about what would happen next. 

As said before, Link had no idea what sex actually entailed. Being on the road, or seas as it were, made it so that his connection with other people was very spare. However, as he looked upon the swelling tower of dark brown flesh the hylian couldn't help but notice how his rear end twitched rather desperately as his blue orbs mapped out the veins which ran along the length of the canine's shaft. When the scent of aroused dog brushed along his nose a second later the hylian found himself swallowing a thick load of saliva into his throat. His breath quickly began to hitch within his throat as the blonde found his mind almost blanking with the desire to taste the canine monster. Surely it wouldn't fit inside of his mouth…

When he was suddenly unsettled from his position on the other's lap Link let out a yelp of surprise. 

The darknut fought not to chuckle as he watched his little waif go flying through the air. When the other disappeared beneath the surface of the water with a loud splash he turned his head to the side in order to laugh out loud. While he had been enjoying watching the blonde fall deep into the arms of lust through mere visual appreciation of his colossal sized mating tool, the darknut didn't want the other to simply be enchanted with just one part of his body. He wanted the hylian to yearn after every last inch of him, so much so that the other warrior would find himself growing aroused at his mere presence, even when the two of them were clothed. After all, a good submissive needed to show his dominant how much he was appreciated through use of actions and deeds, since it was common for the latter to be the only one who would draw his weapon in battle once the former was thoroughly claimed, as a submissive's body would soon be left working to produce the next generation of warrior hounds for the world.

Could the hylian even bear his pups?

The darknut wasn't sure, but he was certainly going to work the other's body over to the point where the waif would end up begging for his young by the time he was through mounting his body. 

Watching the hylian flail his way back to the surface, his long arms gliding out of the water like a fairy seeking rupees from their flower pod, the dark brown hound found himself growing ever more aroused as he looked upon the angry face which glared back at him. So cute.  

"That wasn't pleasant." Link grumbled as he swam his way back over to the darknut. 

"Wash." The darknut said after moving to grab the soap he had tossed away earlier on. 

Before Link could ask the other what he meant the warrior hound grabbed him around the waist and then drew him back into his body. There was no request to run the small ivory colored bar of soap along the front and back of the hylian's body, just a simple assertion that the other would be cleaned by the heavy hand which rubbed the flowery scent mound of white along his pale skin. 

Link fought to try and get away at first, as he was no child that needed to be cleaned, however a strong growl from the larger male settled him into place. The snort of knowing the darknut release along the top of the blonde's head made Link growl in return, something that made the dark brown hound freeze for a moment. He quickly returned to his duty of cleaning the other after reminding himself that he was holding a submissive in his hands, one that was not another darknut.

Because of his size it didn't take the warrior hound long to sud and then wash the hylian off, though the same was not true for Link once the monstrous canine handed him the soap boar and then knelt down for him to reciprocate the action in question. Looking into the warrior canine's dark crimson eyes, Link swallowed deeply once again. The desire to lean forward and kiss the dark brown hound along the snout raged hard within his mind with the force of a hurricane, and yet he resisted the temptation. He hadn't been given such permission, after all. Why he thought he needed the other's permission in the first place was a mystery to him, and yet Link, never being one to brush aside his instincts given how often they worked to save his life, obeyed the quiet command echoing inside of his head. 

It took about twice as long for the hylian to wash down his new companion - were they really companions right now - even though doing as such was unnecessary thanks to the darknut getting cleaned off earlier, and also because Link had to fight with himself to keep from running the edge of his point nose against the larger male's cock and balls once he stood up. Yet all the same, once he was done the young warrior breathed out a sigh of relief as he watched the darknut dip his handsome body down into the water to brush the suds off from his towering form.

"I think I got everything cleaned up." He said more to himself than to the beastly canine. 

"No." That single word made Link jerk in surprise.

"W-what did I miss?" He was sure that he had gotten every part of the other, though he did a mental check to confirm his thoughts.

"Rump." The darknut chuckled down at his little waif.

"Oh." Link blushed upon realizing that, yes, he had skipped the cleft of the other's behind. Because why would he have been going around there? It wasn't like he wanted to see the other's tanned pucker or anything. Nope. Not at all. Uh-huh.

"Will clean." The darknut commanded after gently taking Link's wrist into his hand and then carefully pulling the hylian forward towards one of the nearby trees.

The blonde wanted to ask what he meant by that, but before he could muster up the air needed to ask said question his answer came, not by the darknut bringing his soap holding hand to his meaty buns, but by the dark brown hound taking the soap and then tossing it aside out of the way. Once he was left standing without his held item Link found himself unsure of what to do next. 

"Clean." The darknut growled while holding his hands against the side of the tree.

"But I don't have anything to…" The blonde began but stopped when the warrior hound reached down to spread the line of his bottom open.

Link was in motion before he could stop himself. 

The darknut howled at the first touch of a tongue along his puckered hole. 

While not something most dominants would allow of their submissives, the dark brown hound was well aware of the fact that between the two of them the hylian was the stronger of the pair, at least combat wise. However, in this matter when the act of mating was the weapon of choice between them, the darknut was the master, thus he used Link's own need against him. That wasn't to say that Link didn't work to best him at his own game. Oh no. The rolling, poking, prodding tongue of the sex crazed hylian made it so that the warrior hound found himself breathing out in heavy, gasping huffs as his sensitive backend was worked over with all the force of his muscles when slinging around his claymore. 

"Good. More." The darknut said more to himself than to Link as he reached back to grab one of his little waif's hands. Pulling said appendage to his eager cock, of which was throbbing with the need to release the contents stored within the fat orbs dancing along the underside of the hylian's chin, the darknut allowed the smaller warrior to do what came naturally. 

The feeling of the blonde scooping his tongue along the fur of his rump, chewing on the sensitive flesh therein, made the warrior canine bark and snarl in pleasure. It had been waaaay too long since he had felt such pleasure, and while such things were only done by curious pups who wanted to experience such tender affections before such elements were used against them after battle, the darknut in question found himself yearning to feel more. 

More of his little waif's face nuzzling against his heated cheeks. 

More of his tanned pucker being washed down by the other's questing tongue.

More of the hylian's strong grip pumping along the flesh of his foot and a half long cock.

The latter proved to take up more concern within the dark brown hound's mind as he spread his meaty legs just a little further in order to have his would-be mate knead his two strong, calloused hands along his massive spire of flesh hard enough to make stars dance in front of his crimson eyes.

Link had nothing to say about what was happening right then, he was too busy enjoying the hot meal of canine ass to think about how he looked kneeling along grass while a dog's plush rear flexed along his face as though it had a right to do so. He, the hero of the winds, the hylian who had saved the world for utter despair, was completely happy with his place on the ground behind some monster who he had bested time and time again. Why though? 

He...he didn't know. 

He couldn't understand why he was doing this, yet at the same time it felt so right for him to be positioned as he was on the ground as he breathed in the clean, musky scent which poured free from his lover's body - when had he begun to consider the other as such? It didn't matter. He needed to appease the darknut, seeing as the other held such masculine power about himself, the likes of which Link couldn't help but be enamoured by. That was the only way he could explain why, upon feeling the warrior canine's tailhole opening up even further for him, he pressed his face even deeper into the dark cleft of his butt. 

The sensation of Link molding his face further into his backside made the darknut's nub of a tail wag wildly along the top of the hylian's head. Usually such a thing never happened, not after a pup was trained to restrain the docked appendage from moving about without a care, however there was no denying that his little waif was going above and beyond to perform the task set before him. The fact that his thick, pungent pre-come was shooting out of the tip of his cock hard enough to audibly splash against the wet ground proved this fact above all else, as it was quite unusual for him to produce so much fluid outside of his orgasm. 

And speaking of that, the darknut had to restrain himself from cumming right then through sheer force of will. His little one's tongue, that oh so sensual organ, felt deliriously good as it bobbed and weaved along his puckered hole. The urge to reach back and press the blonde's face even deeper into his pucker was nearly overwhelming in its intensity, however the darknut resisted. He couldn't force his submissive to perform such a task. The other had to want it. Need it like he needed air. Thus he breathed out, low and deep, as he calmed the fire of lust burning ever hotter within his belly. The pulsating pillar continuously poured out wave after wave of liquid pleasure into his brain as it was stroked without end as it urged him to release himself as the seconds grew to minutes at a time. 

Damn if it was tough to hold back his animalistic instincts with such a willing mate working so diligently behind him. 

The dark brown hound found himself growling low and deep with the need to breed. 

Not yet. 

Despite the protest from his thickening testicles, he had to hold himself back. He wanted his first load to be buried deep inside of the hylian's belly. He wanted to see his mate swell outwards with the product of their initial union with one another, so much so that he silently wiggled his hips around in such a manner that it consequently allowed the hylian to grease his turgid shaft with the only lubrication that he would ever be getting. 

It was only after he was sure that his cock was prepared for what was to come that the darknut reached back and then pulled his little waif away from his backside. 

Link, utterly confused by this, let out a whine of need. 

The warrior hound granted the smaller male his request for more, though not in the way he wanted. Flipping the hylian around and then positioned his pale body in such a way that his little waif was forced to settle himself along the top of his manhood, the darknut let out a growl of dominance above the other. 

Link...he barely knew that such a thing had happened. That was just how blissed out as he was on the submissive desires which had yet to be fulfilled inside of his body, something for which his cock so ineloquently reminded him of as the steel hard organ throbbed ever harder in between his legs. With that in mind, Link was helpless to resist as he was forced down onto the large canine's erection. 

A wail, born from the howling cry of pierced virginity being dutifully slain, split the afternoon sky as the hylian was pulled down, down, on further down onto his lover's lap. His stomach, empty of anything at the moment, quickly ballooned outwards as the massive stalk of meat filled him to the brim and then beyond. Hazy blue eyes looked down to see how bloated his being had become, and yet instead of being repulsed by the fact that he had been turned into an unintended cocksleeve, Link reached out with a tenderness that could almost be called adoration as he rubbed along the girth which now seated itself inside of his belly. 

The darknut would never admit to falling in love, as such a sentiment was beyond his people's notion of acceptability, but as he watched his new mate palm across the head of his cock, his insides rippling in pleasure as he was thoroughly debased by the warrior canine, he found himself silently promising himself to fight and die a thousand times over to protect the smaller male held securely within his battle scarred arms.

Allowing the blonde the time to adjust to his size was a given, as it was nothing short of a blessing granted by the golden goddesses that Link was able to take the fullness of his cock in the first place. However, whether it was because of his arousal or because of some natural gift bestowed upon him from being born a hylian, Link's rump quickly adjusted to the titanic pillar of flesh buried deep inside of his guts, so much so that he soon started to wiggled himself up and down in need for more stimulation.

His wish was quickly granted by the darknut gently pulling out of him. 

Inch after thick, glorious inch of dark brown dog was slowly removed from the smaller warrior's body, so much so that Link's stomach instantly collapsed in on itself from the lack of substance inside of his fleshy pit. The fact that Link's cock spat out ribbons of semen just from the sensation of his prostate being reversed skewered by the warrior canine brought a sense of glee to the darknut. The dark brown hound quickly mapped out and then memorized the scent of his mate's fresh seed, something for which he would keep for as long as he was allowed to live, as he rolled his tongue out to lick up the delicious ooze for which only he would be privy to tasting. Once only the head of his shaft remained inside of the blonde, the flexing ring desperately clenching around the wide column of meat as though it belonged therein, the darknut leaned up to lick his submissive along the side of his face. He then rammed himself back inside of his mate hard enough to make his balls spank the other along the back of his ass.

Link wailed once more. 

The darknut chuckled. He then pulled out to repeat the motion again. 

Link gasped and groaned from the unstuble thrusts being inflicted upon his tender, young body. His entire being felt as though it was burning up from the inside out as his lover used him for his pleasure, and yet despite having his guts rearranged over and over again, Link found himself working his inner muscles as best he could to wring out even more pleasure for the warrior canine. That his recently spent cock was growing hard once more was of a moot point to the hylian as he was simply a vessel for the monstrous dog's use. Or at least that's what the loudening voice in the darkness of his subconscious proclaimed as harder thrusts were soon ushered upon his vulnerable ass. However this was not the case, as the darknut tribe did not simply use their mates for self-gain. This wasn't their way, after all.

The dark brown hound, seeing how much Link was falling into the depths of madness, pulled the other back by nuzzling him across the side of the head, along his throat, and then down along the length of his twitching, drool covered cock. 

"Submissive." He called out to the blonde, rousing the waif from his sex enduced daze, even as the bucking hip slapping happening down below grew ever fiercer in their intensity. "Stay." He implored the other while licking up the pearls of pre-cum which were seeping out from Link's still wet body.

When the younger male looked up into his lover's crimson eyes, the haze of desire slowly parting to reveal some level of clarity, the darknut reached a hand out to gently secure his head from falling slack against the air. The look on the dark brown hound's face was nothing short of beastly, as his ever building need to inseminate his new mate made his eyes glow with an eerie, almost insidious ruby light. However there was no malice within him. This was a sacred moment after all, as proven by how the darknut rolled his massive hips against Link's quickly reddening ass in an attempt to fill him with even more erotic pleasure. 

Link smiled back, shaky and unsure. 

He wanted to say something, anything, to give his lover some proof of how much he appreciated what the bigger warrior was doing both for and to him right then, yet he couldn't. Every hard jab of the darknut's mighty hips into his innocent underside made Link lose his breath, while the dark claws of submission within the back of his mind continuously tried to snatch him down deep into the pits of obedient oblivion. To give himself over to the other, body and soul, felt right. Felt like a truth that Link had long since been ignorant of. However he remained conscious enough to ride out the tidal wave of the bliss which was overcoming his very sense of being as the warrior canine rolled their balls together after one particularly hard pump of hips, if only because he was a natural born fighter. 

He needed to see the other with eyes that were at least somewhat unclouded by submission. 

He needed to let his lover know how much he appreciated every delicious inch of the cock which ran itself back and forth inside of his tenderized guts. 

He...he needed his lover to know that he loved him, even if he had no words to speak of.

Reaching up for the other's arm was all that Link could think to do at the moment to prove the vow engraved upon his mind. 

This act proved to be enough in the end, because after several hot moments of their bodies noisily slapping into one another the darknut finally hit the point of no return after hilting himself deep inside of his mate's ass. Throwing his head back to let out a howl of conquest and challenge, the darknut filled the hylian to the brim with his potent semen as he claimed him for the rest of his days as his one and only mate. 

Link let out his own accompanying howl as he came for the second time that hour, all the while his stomach gushed forward with proof of the warrior canine's virility.

How many minutes the two remained together, they would never know in the end. But in truth it didn't matter. What was most important right then was the fact that the darknut held his little waif ever closer into his heavily panting chest, thus telling him without words how much he meant to him. Link, for his part, smiled and gasped and cried out in delicious agony as more and more cum filled every inch of his fleshy interior. 

The pair remained locked into place for what seemed like forever before the darknut lowered his head and then slowly pulled himself free from out of the hylian's now permanently marked asshole. The flood of semen which ran free from the warmth depths of Link's backend made the blonde blush something furious, as he didn't know exactly how to feel about what he was feeling right then. Luckily enough for him he didn't have long to contemplate the matter, because after he settled down against the tree they had been standing against, the dark brown hound completed their mating ritual by guiding Link's body down to his groin. 

A firm bark was the only sign the hylian received before his face became coated in a strong resolution of the darknut's affection for him.  

The warrior hound grunted and then huffed as he looked through clenched eyes to see his mate gasping in surprise as his balls released the last strings of his seed out onto his hair, face, and chin. He then let out a dark, sinister chuckle as he thought about how much the other would end up smelling like him in the days to come as he continually marked the blonde's entire body, both inside and out, with his scent.

"Mine."