this is for the lions

His words bring a low grumble from her chest, a near chuckle. Something amused, something dangerous. "Yer right, I am worth sticking around for," Calliope replies, voice husky as he mentions that she was the one who climbed in with a strange man. Looking at him with a raised brow, she quietly 'tsks' under her breath.

Before she can speak, he's quick to rake his teeth down her own neck. The sensation is sensual and brief, her eyes half-closing, neck stretching out, inviting him. Another pleased grumble under her breath as her toes stretch out before her body relaxes once more. "I have found out that strange men fuck better than the ones you know best," she murmurs back, nose pressing to his cheek before her tongue reaches out to drag across his muzzle. Would it scare him off or invite him in? Her heart raced in anticipation, mind swirling, hormones going a bit too out of control. Hitting puberty really was a bitch, wasn't it?

"Speech"