(Beautiful beginning so far and love the title)
Dakota strolled into the classroom that held the scent of his mate. A grin played across his well tanned face as he heard murmurs around the room. Moving his hand through his hands through curly hair in a nonchalant fashion, he made eye contacted with a young man towards the back of the class. He wore a black hoodie that covers his slightly small frame. He noticed how the boy would take a quick glance of him then quickly look away once Dakota made eye contact. With out missing a beat he heard his mate speak. It intrigued him. As the teacher finished introducing Dakota to the class, he allowed for the new student to choose a seat wherever it pleased him. Without much hesitation he took the seat that was next to the boy that had the most intriguing smell. As he sat next to the boy, he took in the heavenly aroma. It brought back memories of that beautiful night that took place two months ago.
Mortomer was becoming tedious with his life. Nothing good was going on as the god hoped. He need something or someone to keep him entertained. He though of how he had not had a mate in a few centuries. The very thought of filling a morals womb with a few of his young brought the most devious smile into the God's face. This was going to be what kept the god busy for a while. He ventured out unto the mortal world to search for his potential mate.
As he wonder around the woods he was greater by the sound of people and the smell of alcohol. As he ventured closer to the site he saw a young man. He looked no older than that of a sixteen year old. His dark hair swayed wildly in the wind as he tried to gain sturdy footing. He was clamouring with some odd words that seem to slur. A tightness built around Mortmer's todger as he watched the boy longer. He knew this boy would be the carrier of his children. Mortomer changed into his godly human form and pounced on the teen. The boy seems to be in shock of what just occur but his sense was dulled because of his alcohol induced state. Mortomer easily dominated the small teen. "Tonight, young one, you will become my mate," he told as lust dripped from every word.
((I hope this is okay. I tried really hard.))
Dakota strolled into the classroom that held the scent of his mate. A grin played across his well tanned face as he heard murmurs around the room. Moving his hand through his hands through curly hair in a nonchalant fashion, he made eye contacted with a young man towards the back of the class. He wore a black hoodie that covers his slightly small frame. He noticed how the boy would take a quick glance of him then quickly look away once Dakota made eye contact. With out missing a beat he heard his mate speak. It intrigued him. As the teacher finished introducing Dakota to the class, he allowed for the new student to choose a seat wherever it pleased him. Without much hesitation he took the seat that was next to the boy that had the most intriguing smell. As he sat next to the boy, he took in the heavenly aroma. It brought back memories of that beautiful night that took place two months ago.
Mortomer was becoming tedious with his life. Nothing good was going on as the god hoped. He need something or someone to keep him entertained. He though of how he had not had a mate in a few centuries. The very thought of filling a morals womb with a few of his young brought the most devious smile into the God's face. This was going to be what kept the god busy for a while. He ventured out unto the mortal world to search for his potential mate.
As he wonder around the woods he was greater by the sound of people and the smell of alcohol. As he ventured closer to the site he saw a young man. He looked no older than that of a sixteen year old. His dark hair swayed wildly in the wind as he tried to gain sturdy footing. He was clamouring with some odd words that seem to slur. A tightness built around Mortmer's todger as he watched the boy longer. He knew this boy would be the carrier of his children. Mortomer changed into his godly human form and pounced on the teen. The boy seems to be in shock of what just occur but his sense was dulled because of his alcohol induced state. Mortomer easily dominated the small teen. "Tonight, young one, you will become my mate," he told as lust dripped from every word.
((I hope this is okay. I tried really hard.))