Burdens Doublefold

Aurelia's heartbeat quickened as she felt Sephiran's muzzle on her shoulder, and she instinctively tensed up. She froze for a moment, unsure of how to react, but as his growl rumbled, she couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had long grown tired of the power struggle between them, but the stench of the alcohol and blood wasn't helping her breathe easily. For a few moments, they stayed like that, locked in a silent battle of wills. When he finally began to move closer, his muzzle trailing along her shoulder, Aurelia went entirely rigid. Her breath hitched in her throat as she braced herself, with the sharp pain on her neck. It was a nip, not a bite, but it still left a bruise, and it was echoed by a deep growl that emanated from his chest. "Sephiran," She growled her own warning as she immediately forced herself in a sitting position. Her eyes locked onto his, the tension in her frame was unmistakable. She had been through this song and dance with him before, countless times, and it never seemed to get any easier. Aurelia tried to ignore the dull ache in her neck, keeping her gaze on him the entire time, waiting for his next move.

"Speech"