DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Kapras?us Finnvi was the kind of creature who never really had a goal in sight... he preferred to go along with situations as they arose. Never would he seek out a woman with the intent of harming her. Not because his morality demanded him so, but he simply preferred other methods of obtaining pleasure. However, if a woman he sought out struggled... well, Kapras?us didn't take denial very well at all. But this lady seemed eager to join this game with him, and delight was painted plainly on his gentle features.

"Love!" He laughed, his tones care-fee and light. He loved women of all kinds, especially ones like this; but his love would quickly fade, bubbling up from within him and dissolving as quickly as it came. For him, love was the same as pleasure. He'd never been able to distinguish a difference. "A woman like you deserves all the love she can get," he murmured, leaning closer to let his mouth rest dangerously close to her ear. Words meant only for her, his rough accent sliding effortlessly from his tongue. Briefly he let the appendage slide from his lips, briefly connecting with the tip of her ear, before retracting. "And you are in luck, today, for I am man well-versed in the language of love." Not the kind of love that most decent creatures would consider as love, but Kapras?us was by no means a decent wolf.

The twitching of his groin was nearly impossible to ignore as he eyed Medusa, but he saw no need to take her by force. He shifted where he stood, searching for a more comfortable position. He stood by her side, his head tilted slightly to watch her with keen interest. Many women would not allow him to stand so close, nearly side-by-side, until they gained his trust, but it seemed this one saw that posture was rather relaxed and not at all threatening. His tail curled around his backside, seeking to gain contact with any part of her he could manage to find.

He words brought him great delight. Eyes were alight with interest and joy, watching her as though she were a meal he was about to devour. The world was his for the taking, and how badly he wanted all of it! Nothing was off limits to him. "Medusa," he mumbled softly in return, his tones sultry. He was eager to press his body closer to her own, but he would practice self control -- for now. "I like songs," he said conversationally, though his voice was alight with glee. "Sing me a song of pleasure, Medusa, and I will sing along."