Get Out Alive.

The God was indeed thoroughly amused with the girl’s presentation of obvious thrill given the situation. Her yearning to push her limits with his patience was proving to stoke the flames of his enthrallment. She had his full attention, every grandiose speck of it calculating what he could do to this spirited young woman. His tongue flicked out to lick away droplets of salty water from his maw, molten gaze never leaving her or the feminine curvature of her bodice. He was a plainly lustful, domineering creature, ever ready to take certain risks to attain his deplorable desires. Desires! So dire! Never a liar! Though when she labeled him as sacrilegious, Setekh began a symphony of sonorous laughter. His lips curled impishly upon his handsome face. “If they had my tongue, they would experience a pleasure unlike any other, I assure you.” The brute rumbles coyly, slowly, insinuating an offer most vile to her waiting ears. And just as he was to press further into her space did she come willingly into his own. She comes, she comes! Sound the drums! Her breath was seductive against his nares as she teased the fine line of self-control he held, his muscles tensing when she innocently poured her wicked desires into the heavy atmosphere all around them. A confession of need that caressed his brain, and he was so very happy to oblige her. “Such sweet words.” Just as sweet as the color of her pelt, an almost dark red with tints of purple - just like wine. Would she be as savory? Would she intoxicate him so profoundly? “How could I possibly deny that which you crave so deeply, my dear?” The Ivory Prince then closed the gap between them with a powerful plunge forward, attempting to sink his canines into the dangerous, yet beautifully alluring female's throat. Oh, but not to kill. No. She sought blood, and blood he would give her. His intention to play her game is clear. Blood! Blood flooding at your feet! It sings your name! Dancing like a flame!

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