the claws are out

Valkyrie rose over him, achingly close, her claws sliding up his chest and it was all he could do to hold himself still. His forepaws slipped down her body, barely skimming her with his own, duller claws to grip her hips. He made no move to draw her closer. It was all her control, her choice. It wasn't precisely a gift on his part; they would neither one of them win in a struggle for control, and he respected her too much to even try. Besides, it was strangely... exhilarating, just to know he had no control here. His eyes closed and he drew in a breath at her nibbling caresses, though her words drew a genuine grin from him. "Funny... I think I'm right where I need to be." he murmured huskily. Worth it? It was worth it already.

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