the claws are out

It seemed at first that he was going to refuse her. Fleetingly Valkyrie wondered if she was going to have to propose a fun little fight to settle their disagreement; a sort of extreme rock, paper, scissors for those too jaded for a simpler disagreement settling method. She had just enough time to fix him with an amused expression and quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. His hesitation lasted only a second. Delighted, Valkyrie gave him her first guileless smile of the day - the tip of her tongue briefly pinched between her teeth - and watched as he rolled to his back. She was quiet for a second as she took him in. "I can't know what it's like," she observed as she stepped closer, "To be a man asked to sacrifice his place on his wedding night."

Gently Valkyrie stepped over him and settled down over his belly so that all signs of his eagerness were hidden beneath her. Her touch was light; just close enough to appreciate his heat but maddeningly not close enough for much else. She placed her front paws on his chest and reveled in the feeling of her claws on his skin. "And since this is a night of vows I'll make you one more." Valkyrie leaned forward on flexing clawed toes to leave a trail of nibbles and kisses up his chest. Once at his crossed paws she stopped to look up at him. "I'll make it worth it."

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