Come and get me, my sweet little King

She was the child of taunt herself, her tail flicking to swipe at his lower stomach, muscles trembling with the stimulation as yet another snarl would be formed over the contours of his jaws. ?I hope you know what you are doing little grey,? he chuckled weakly, vocals broken by the anticipation of his hormones, ?Tenderness can only last so long.? He would aim to pivot his body in a manner that would bring them to face almost in the same direction, loosening his clutch on her scruff as he maneuvered, only to grasp at it again more vigorously. His chest would aim to press at her side as his hot breath would roll against the bristles of her nape, ?What does she call herself??