Lust Meets Wrath

Return to Wrath

Lena met Striker and Bombproof on the edge of Pride. She climbed up after they attached her bags to the saddle. She leaned back on him and curled her tail about his waist, feeling his curl around her middle. 

"Back to my place then huh darlin'?" He asked and kissed her cheek. 

"Yeah." She smiled and relaxed as Bombproof took off at a trot. Striker nuzzled her and licked her neck. "Ahnnn... Striker... not here."

He chuckled and nudged her. "Alright pumpkin... as ya wish." 

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She had dozed off in the saddle, leaning on him. Awoken as Bombproof stopped somewhere deep in the backwoods of Wrath. 

"Finally awake huh?" He teased and unwrapped his tail from her.  Dismounting the cowboy offered her a hand. 

Lena took the hand and slid off, he caught her. "Hnhn, yeah sorry about that." She purred and they took the bags into a log cabin. She looked about the living room that connected to the kitchen. 

"It's a cozy little place huh? Now about my gun?"

"Love it. Oh yeah!" She opened a bag and pulled the case out, opening it, showing him the blessed rifle. 

He reached out to take it but jumped back when she shut the case. "Hey!" His tail rattled.

"I need a place to stay, and a new job since I can't go back to Pride now." She stated and held the case. 

"Ya can stay with me and we'll find ya a job." He grinned and leaned close, kissing her cheek. "Thank ya for getting my gun back pumpkin."

Lena blushed and looked to him. "Alright handsome, ya charmed me enough." She giggled and handed him the case. 

He took it then set it on the coffee table. Reaching out and pulling her close to him. "Come, Ah'll show ya to the spare room."

She grabbed her packs and stayed close. He lead her to the back to a bedroom suited for her. 

"There's a full bathroom attached through that door, and everything here ya can use. This is yer room now pumpkin." He grinned when she shivered. 

She set her packs on the bed and turned to him. "Thank ya Striker. "

"No problem." He winked and tipped his hat.

She blushed as he left the room. Then went about putting her things away. Sliding her own case into the bottom of the closet all the way to the right. "Heh... we both have blessed guns, maybe this is meant to be."

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Striker sat in his room, tail swaying idly.  'I just offered her to stay here... with me. It's not like she has anywhere else to go, but... fuck this is so not like me... I still have a mission. Then again if I die she can care for Bombproof at least. And she did give up her whole life to get my rifle back.' He thought and took his hat off leaning back on the bed. 

"And she smells damn good..." he then blushed and rattled his tail. "Ah shut up libido..." he growled at himself. He licked his lips, he wanted more of her but... no he didn't want to get too distracted. He hissed and put his right arm over his eyes. "Fuck!"