Too cute for my toes

Oh the sweetheart. He was so concerned with consequences. He wanted a demon behind every turn, willing them into being with his fears and superstitions. Beautiful fool. She leaned closer towards him, aware of how he had pulled away. Like he didn't want her breath clouding his judgment. Well, too bad, she wanted to breathe him in. Breathe, and taste, and enjoy. At first his slimy, disgusting ideas had turned her off. Sickened her. But the longer they talked, the more it became a challange to her. A need to conquer him, to place his name in his heart and throat. She wanted him to purr it like a kitten, scream it like a bobcat.

"Alright, beloved. You want dire warning? You want to tremble in your little white socks? Love me, Aku. Love me, or perish." The last word was said with a soft, breathy emphasize.

There was a beat, a single moment of stillness in the star wolf, and then she was moving. She leaped forward, aiming to pounce him, to knock him off his cute little paws, and bite his nose in a playful growl. To scratch her teeth down his ears, and nip at his throat. His name rolled in husky tones past her throat, dragging out in a playful frenzy. "Aaaaakku"