She Told Me I Couldn't Fly

Teeth sank into her scruff, penetrating deep, the warmth of her blood spilling into his mouth. It was his saber fangs that created such a deep wound. It would be difficult for Aurelia to dislodge from it, even if she had more strength. But given her condition, there wasn’t much she could do but try and wedge her paws between them. Nails scraped at his flesh, surface level at best. With her in his grasp, Sephiran made a sudden, sharp turn. Twisting them back into the direction of the shore, having to paddle with even more strength, given he was dragging her along with him.

And with her struggle, his fangs went deeper, and deeper. Gouging through her flesh, tickling the nerves that lay deep within her skin. Certainly igniting shockwaves of pain. It wasn’t until Sephiran felt the sand beneath his feet, that he would slow down. Still dragging her, kicking and screaming if needed. Wanting to get her back onto the shore, now that she was even more exhausted. So he could properly play with her.