under the moonlight

Confidently she would taunt him, send his skin prickling with pleasure as he would hiss; basking beneath her tantalizing attention. Such poise, such grace, such beauty. If it hadn?t have been for Argent, the pale king wouldn?t have thought twice about making the blue fox his Duchess. What greater a queen could a man have? Alas, deeper plans would brew for his silver knight, though still Sendoa would blaze his mind; lurk the folds of his clockwork, send his tongue lashing thirstily at his jowls as she would so effortlessly flaunt her brilliance. She was his now, in body and mind, and blood. No leader could be more proud. Gently he would saunter in her wake, reaching out to snap playfully at her wavering tail. It was only the start.

- exit isar with his blue sessy