as twisted as I am, twist me more

My, was this woman something. They’d only just met - at least, Rhazien couldn’t remember her from anywhere - and she was melting in the palm of his paw. Those pale eyes focused on him and unwavering, flickering with fervor as she salaciously writhed before him. The step she took in his direction signaled her disregard for boundaries, her body aching for physical touch, as she begged him to ravage her. Rhazien can’t help but cock a brow at her, lips pulling back into a tighter sneer. “Anything that comes from me? My, you're a hungry one, aren't you.”  He croons, echoing her words, dominating the space between them with his guttural voice. That palpable sense of confidence dominates his demeanor, as he continues to explore every inch of her body with his wandering gaze.

And at her comment, Rhazien would laugh; the sound resonating from his chest, deep and melodic, reverberating off the pines surrounding them. “Claim you?” His lips curled into a tight, self-assured smirk, head cocking slightly as he considered her request. But something about this was just too… easy. A beautiful woman appearing suddenly, mewling and begging to be taken into his paws, if only to satiate his depravity. His mind thought of Medulla, who'd approached him with a similar request; but she'd wanted companionship and protection, while this woman wanted a good, nasty fuck. At least, that’s the aura she’s been exuding. The perversions running ramped in her mind shimmering in her eyes- licentious and greedy as she ate him up, inch by inch.

“Mmmm,” He hums, squaring his shoulders and taking a few steps towards her, crossing the border of The Polar Sound to enter the neutral grounds. There is a sense of purpose in his stride, an intensity that hinted at the ferality that threatened to consume him. “Why?” He’d stop suddenly, leaving but a tail’s length between them- blunt and unyielding in his questioning, as he begins to inspect her up close. "As beautiful as you are," A short pause. “We have no use for whores in our kingdom.” It wasn’t meant to be a jab at her; but it was an observation, nonetheless. “And if you’re looking for a quick fuck, you’d have to earn it.” The air between them is charged with his commanding demeanor, his expression morphed into one of anticipation. Would she meet his noncompliance with aggression? Or would she impress him, earning herself a night full of wonder, as he'd bend her over at the borders, fuck her into submission, and send her on her way?

Questions, questions.  

"Speech"