SINS OF OUR TONGUES

invertly colored spectacles narrowed as his guest became irritable, ears folding slightly as they swiveled back toward his spine. his masculine neck craned higher as a finely chiselled chin pointed south so as to protect it. it was obvious this woman clearly did not know who he was, otherwise she would not be so bold. he could tear into her throat and make his way to her stomach, invading and living within. he could sip her eyes right out of their sockets and feed them into her ass, only to retrieve them later as he wore her intestines as an evening scarf. no, she clearly had no idea.

she'd dropped her fucks like a bomb carelessly, and the beast within raged. his ears flattened and he stepped once more closer, body writhing behind him begging to be set loose. his blood boiled, his heart rate quickened, he was ready to end her meaningless charade upon the earth. but as her words fell like drugged honey bees from her lips, all his rage vanished. "what an interesting proposal," his words slipped through a hearty chuckle, his whole demeanor relaxing with one exhale. his little sliver of a tail twitched between his thighs, charcoal hairs mingling with the ivory tufts on his limbs. his ears presumed their former state and he receded back a step behind the root from before. "you're a rather irritable little thing, aren't you?" his voice was inviting, flirty even. could he calm the wench, now that he'd awoken her demons?