Ghosts of the Forgotten

He felt a cold weight drop into his stomach as she nosed along his side, his limbs feeling suddenly weightless as her body brushed against his. He unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth and found his voice, however he question barely registered over the rush of blood flooding his burning ears.

“I’m…The leader.” He managed, lifting his head to allow her to brush against the underside of his throat. A truly wicked thought crossed his mind in that instant, and he couldn’t keep the wide grin from spreading over his features. “Maybe you’d like to get to know me a little better...” He purred.