Dancing in the Dark

The skin to skin contact set a flame within Hannibal's needy veins. The attention of such an elegant yet desirable beast was something the albino missed. Lately he only had the attention of females and none of which he was too incredibly close to. Hannibal had been dismissed by Deathbelle who was also now seemingly head over heels for Archon. Dutch and Circe were wild cards who held his spawn in their bellies. But, there was no fire in his heart for any one of them. Segar was the first to be so bold yet so tempting. The raw lust filling his gaze was something he hadn't felt since Spider.

Hauntingly pale optics poured downward as Segar laid at Hannibal's paws. A slippery pink tongue lulled forth to lap across his own ivory fangs. The sight of the earth toned beast laying in such a way and so close caused Hannibal's heart to pound. Heat could be felt in the base of each paw. The words flowing from Segar's lips called forth a devious smirk. "I can think of many ways to use you." Hannibal leaned downward to allow his muzzle to nuzzle into Segar's scruff. He took a long moment to inhale the woodland scents. "You are meant to be mine.." His voice was deep and laced with confidence.