this is for the lions

For a towering figure like Calliope, finding a male her size is difficult. The fortunate thing is she doesn't mind it. Actually, prefers it when they're smaller than her. Makes her feel powerful. As if she's the one in control even if she's letting them think otherwise. So when the stranger shifts, moving so that he's overtaking her, she leans back, revealing all of her soft and tender areas for him. A quiet hum of pleasure rumbles in her chest as his teeth rake along her skin.

The pressure of his jaw against her neck has her closing her eyes, lips and toes curling in only the way another could make it happen. "Need is an understatement," Calliope purrs, eyes opening to graze over his form, taking in that masculine figure that hovers over her. "Show me that you can handle a girl like me," her smirk lingers, teeth reaching once more to graze his chin, tongue moving to lick at his muzzle.

"Speech"