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He was panting heavily; his arms were bruised, and there was a deep cut on his leg, the blood still warm and smelling strongly of metal.
1x was still trying to stand, but his wings were already badly damaged; blurred vision, only being able to see Telamon in his front:
—"Honestly, Telamon thinks the way you stagger is pathetic." — "Why all this fuss?! Are you trying to kill me or something?!"
1x continues trying to stay standing, trying to be prepared in case Telamon tries to attack again.
— "Telamon warned you that he would test your limits." — "But you didn't say you was going to kill me in the process!"
— "Well, it's your destiny; after all." — Telamon was going to give one last blow to finish 1x1x1x1 until..CLANG! 1x closes his eyes tightly, expecting death, but it doesn't come.
1x Suddenly, he hears someone calling him:
"1x Get yourself together!"— He opens his eyes and sees his mother. Brighteyes. — "mother..!.!" — "Get out of here!" — "But you..."
— "Let me handle Telamon! Don't worry!" — She grips her sword tightly, still trying to defend against Telamon's attack.
Telamon's gaze was now fixed on his beloved; his sadistic stare was fixed on her, ignoring everything else.:
— "Brighteyes....." — He speaks softly, a blush rising on his cheeks. Wings fluttering.
When 1x1x1x1 finally manages to escape, Telamon tries to break through Brighteyes' defense, but Brighteyes retaliates with a slight cut below Telamon's eye, causing it to recoil. He puts his hands to his face, grinding his teeth and letting out a hissing sound, the wings on his head go shut protecting the eyes, while his bigger wings flutters again. His sword falls to the ground, the firebrand one.
Brighteyes, drop your sword as well, approaching Telamon:
— "That's enough, let's go." — She removes one of her hands from Telamon's face and leads him outside, giving an gentle squeeze on his hand, guiding him.
Brighteyes applies alcohol to a cotton ball and applies it to the cut, causing the telamon to grunt, his talons gripping the sheets:
— "...burns..!!" — "So next time, think twice before trying to kill our child!" — "...nghn..." — he grunts again, his talons going to hold onto Brighteyes' waist, getting closer while brighteyes was putting on the bandage.
— "Ready!" — She says this after finishing, closing the medical kit. Brighteyes places a hand over Telamon's cheek, who leans at the touch, he getting closer bit to bit.
— "so pretty.." — flap, flap flap. — His wings flap slightly. The blush on his face was becoming more apparent with each passing second. — "My Dear you...?"
— "Yes, yes yes! Telamon would love if you be here with him for a moment." — his talons gripping harder her waist, holding her in place while his smile grew. His arousal now which is noticeable now.
— "telamon needs you." — he buries his face in the crook of her neck, starting to nibble. — " 'mon It's not the time for..." He starts rubbing against her, grinding, looking for friction. Telamon pulls her onto his lap, making her feel his crotch, which was throbbing, begging for the slightest friction that brighteyes could give him.
— " please...You're not going to refuse to help Telamon, are you...?" — she kisses his cheek and nods saying no. — " sorry darling. Not now okay?" — She wasn't in a good mood, and tries to warn but telamon ignores, making an sad face which suddenly becomes a slightly angry face.
his talons now gripping really hard her waist not letting her leave the spot at all. —"Telamon...!" — "Shh.." — He silences her with a sloppy kiss; Licking her own lips after breaking the kiss. his talons now startin to make bruises on her waist because of the grip.
He takes off her glasses, wanting to look her in the eyes. — "So perfect." — One of his talons goes up to her neck and squeezes, as if in a warning. — "times ticking sweety. Have you thought about Telamon proposal?" — " 'mon...I..." — "Perfect then!" — He interrupts her mid of sentence, Not wanting to wait any longer for an yes. He was in his mating season, and Brighteyes knew he would do anything to greedily satisfy himself.