We Could Play Pirates.

Aresenn's breath hitched as Absinth pushed him down, her emerald gaze heated and unwavering. The sight of her looming over him, the wicked grin spreading across her features, was a sight that imprinted itself in his memory, triggering an intoxicating mix of desire and anticipation. As she started her journey downwards, Aresenn fought to keep himself grounded, his paws instinctively running through her fur- nails raking skin as he bit back a moan.

The sensation of her taking him in was overwhelming- a sudden plunge into a realm of pleasure only Absinth could offer. His body tensed up for a moment before he let out a deep, ragged sigh, his grip against her skin tightening ever so slightly. His heart pounded in his chest with each stroke of her tongue, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. In that moment, Aresenn's world narrowed down to Absinth. Her touch. Her scent. Her. It was impossible to think about anything else; not when every fiber of his being was consumed by the exquisite sensation she wrought within him. His head tilted back, eyes darkening with pure need as he watched her. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that kept him rooted in place, but the sheer intimacy of the act – the trust it required of him. "Absinth," he growled a warning, his voice a low, raspy groan that echoed the rumbling of thunder, a sound charged with pent-up lust and desire. His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, were locked onto hers- the green of her eyes visibly sparkling with mischief and power. He was spellbound by her, his mind filled with nothing but the image of her looming over him as she drew his soul from his body.

"Aresenn Praetor"