﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ "ive been thinking... i want another offspring.. and i want one of you to produce it.. who will it be" his gaze settles over the dead corpses on the bed but you were the only one alive in which he knew.

a dark chuckle erupts from him, "there she is..our lucky winner.." his fingers graze your cheek lightly, but the sharpness of the black nails cause some pain as well as discomfort.

"mm, there's no need for you to be shaking darling."