Foundation of an Army

Her tail would fan, stroking his skin, encouraging him on even more so; brain fizzing with barely tolerable ecstasy as his usual vibrant character would be tainted to that of steep focus, determination, as if the action required of him would necessitate more drive than that creature knew he could spare. Though the fiend was vigorous, by both nature and strength, and dare anything, anybody attempt to take the moment from his seize, he would be so quick to skin them head-to-toe their jugular would still beat nakedly against exposed air. Alas, Glaciem were a kingdom of towering walls, laced with prime gold that stretched ambitiously for the heavens; the towers were incomplete, but they were there nonetheless.

Her whimpers would arouse his libido, trigger his innate motor drive and she would persuade him further, sending him rocking with the cravings that spun his flesh, skeleton swaying atop her own as he would attempt to fulfil her needs. His throat would roar with determination, with bliss, endless growls ricocheting through clenched caverns as he continuously regrasped her scruff; letting it fall loose before hungrily devouring whatever flesh he could wrap. The outcome? Children of greater quality than Alacritis had ever seen before. No less could be expected.

--fade to black, orrr? xD