[M]Welcome to the freak show

She reveled in his reaction to her stinging kiss, her tongue brushing over the wounds her fangs left behind and a low growl escaping from her. His posturing went unchallenged as a smile washed over her closed jaws, his blood staining her teeth and tongue. She was nearly lost in him, distracted by the raw intensity of this male. His body and head lowered, making her scoot her hips forward and out to the side, she released her bite then, and tilted her crown to press herself against his jaws as he connected with her. Laying across his paws, his teeth painfully piercing the left side of her neck, Vianni released a peel of heady laughter. Her stomach clenched with the pain he caused, but the fire it left in its wake was enough to make her sigh and growl amid the peels of laughter coming from her.

Her eyes wide she relaxes all but her front half, turning her head and smirking at him as she pushes herself into his fangs. The pain from his intrusion of her flesh rushed through her in brilliant white flashes of heat and light in her eyes. Vianni pulls her feet under herself, attempting to stand and to make him stand. She would keep her head low, ears pulled back for the first time in a submissive gesture as she turned her gaze to look him over. She would not submit on her back, that was a tactic that kept her firmly intact. For the male who held the power to make her want his domination. Lucifer was a male of power, he met her standards for strength, appetite, and aspirations. He might be the king of demons, if anything she had proven his superiority the moment she fell to her back. It was her hope that she has also proven her worth to him. She was more than some breeding wench, and he would know it even if she had to carve it into his flesh.

She would be relaxed in her stance, should he allow her to her paws, blood from his fangs in her neck rolling over her creamy silver fur. Should he keep her pinned she would snap her jaws into his cheek once more, demanding her paws to be beneath her. The fight was over, and she would remain submissive even though she wanted to stand. Panting, Vianni hears the howling of her blood in her ears, the hard denial against self-preservation. She felt the will to go on until she or he lay dead, but that would get them no where. He had proven his claim, had given her the challenge she asked for, and she had thoroughly enjoyed every bloody second of it. "Si ego sum tuus, tibi sunt mea. Sine pedibus meis, quam monstrabo tibi."  While it was painful, she felt the need for more, tugging gently at her flesh in his teeth if he should keep his grip on her. All she needed to hand him what he wants was to hear him agree. She would come against him should he refuse her claim again, next time it would be him submitting to her.