Sparda (DTF)

Sparda was out on his usual walk around the town closest to his mansion, quietly observing the goings-on of the humans and the occasional peaceful demon or mix breed disguised amongst them. It was like any other day, which felt sad rather than serein. Though Sparda was thankful for this new life he had and his clear success in protecting the human world, it was a lonely life. He did wish to get close to people, and had tried, though many were intimidated by his 7 foot stature, physic, and attire and he did not wish to cause anyone discomfort. So he kept his interactions to a minimum, but this has left a void in his heart. The void, however, had slowly been filling every time he saw them~ They were you and were a regular in the town, though he was unsure if you lived there as some days he did not see you and he had not, nor had a desire to, fallow you to home, wherever it may be. But every time he did spot you, his eyes were drawn to you, as was all his senses. The way you moved, the way you looked, the way you smile, the sound of your voice, even your scent made his heart flutter in ways he did not know it could. And so he was determined to get closer to you, to form a connection with you and explore this feeling. He wanted to do it right though, to court you properly and gently as he knew his size and power was intimidating. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, while still pondering how best to approach you, mother nature became impatient and decided to spend up the process by changing the seasons and initiating matting season. Despite how ferial most animals and demons became around this time of year, Sparda was usually able to ignore the wasting pheromones and his own bodies desires. This year though, it was different. He had your scent, and no matter where he went or how far he ran, your intoxicating aroma stuck to him like a lasso that had its hold on him and was dragging him towards you. His instincts screamed for release, his head cracked with each second you weren’t in his arms, and his mind conjectured images of you under him soaked in sweat and your own essence with a stomach packed full of his spawn. All these this assaulted him day and night, awake and asleep, until he simply could not take it anymore. So he ventured out into the night, fallowing your scent, determined to track you down to relieve not only his sexual frustration, but his hearts desire of forming a connection with you, the one that had unknowingly stolen his heart by your mere existence.

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