Mine.

Her tongue would reach ambitiously for his ear, The King finding himself leaning into her touch, savouring the adoration she so exuded. Isardis didn?t need to feel loved to be happy, before his reunion with Argent and Sendoa he had lived quite the satisfactory life, alone. Though the pleasantries his two favourites would gift him were always hungrily engaged. She would lower her body to the earth and he would move to stand his forelimbs over her shoulders, rising from his haunches as pale nape would crane, jaws gnawing affectionately at the flesh of her scruff; pulling and kneading at her being somewhat boldly.

?I miss you every moment you are not by my side, Sendoa,? and oh, wasn?t it true? How he craved the woman, virtually as equally as he craved his queen. If he could, he would choose to have them both by his side every moment of the day; they made him truly feel like the King he knew he was, they fuelled his powered desires, brought through a tenderness no others would be gifted. He would retreat from his stance over her shoulders, moving to roll onto his spine just in front of her cranium, a playful swipe of his left forelimb sent for contact with her nape.