WASTED NIGHTS

'convince me'

those words were all the pallid male needed, all the enticement, stepping forward, towering over the sorceress before him, he would bury his muzzle into her scruff, nipping at her neck, drawing her scent him, becoming more demanding, more persistent. winding around her, he would draw his maw along her side, pulling at her fur here and there, pausing to nuzzle her hindquarters, taking in her heat scent.

grudgingly he would work his way forward, his tongue flicking out, over her fur in between nips, ending again facing her, his head reaching forward, and insistently tugging at her ears, and moving down the side of her face. "give yourself to me..." he'd whisper, as he worked back around her, pausing at her side, licking and nipping at her flanks, fighting the urge to just take her. no, he rather found the torturous thing to be amusing, he'd wait for her permission, for now.