Dreams and Wishes

Her tongue would come to flick at his ear, sending a rumble of building tension reverberating his throat; and then, a snarl, rolling against his glimmering weapons, a ripping of mock anger bursting his pipes. But it wasn?t of the foul intention so many would think, perhaps just a mild suggestion of his power, a reassurance that he was in fact her king and that he was well worthy of the supremacy required to sire her offspring. Euphrosyne was but a brood, a pretty ornament, she wasn?t a fighter, but the albino wouldn?t doubt that her children could bare the greatness of war. They would, after all, carry his golden blood.

And so his muscles would begin to tremor as thrill rose beneath his skin, he would attempt to chuckle also upon her words, but his mind far too gone now for return. He would grind his body against hers, shifting to stand at her rump as his tongue would run over her slender hips as his body would bask beneath her aroma. ?Let?s fix this then,? he would leave no space for argument, body rising to rest upon her spine, forelimbs reaching for her shoulders as his jaws would seek her scruff.