megalomania

His jaws closed around her nape, serrated fangs penetrating through flesh as he viciously clenched her in his mouth. Savoring the blood that trickled into his maw. It was sweet on his tongue, aromatic and delectable - and although he typically wasn’t the type to revel in the taste of blood, there was something about Absinth’s that drove him mad. It was quickly becoming more than a preference, but a craving, a need. A taste that resonated deeply within him, beckoning him to seek it out. It was her resentment that turned him on. He could taste it on her.

And that craving would attribute to his downfall - his loss, as the viper twisted her head and snapped at his upper throat, sinking her fangs into the tender flesh and shoving him over with the collision of their bodies. He loses his footing, being forced to retract the forelimb he’s thrown over her shoulder, his side hitting the earth with an audible thud. A snarl resonates from him, guttural and vicious, but it is not out of disdain. Even with her jaws at his throat, penetrated deep enough to leave a gnarled scar behind, there is a sinister grin etched across his face. A predator reveling in the high of a battle. The curling of his lips revealed the flash of sharp teeth beneath, a twisted elegance in his demeanor, as he allowed her to declare herself the victor of this assault. “How do I taste, Absinth?” His voice is raspy, a paw raising to press against her chest. “Bitter.” His bi-colored gaze is searching for those pools of emerald.“Sweet.” Another pause, as his lips curl into a tighter smirk. “Sour.” He’s still trying to make her engage. “Intoxicating.” His tail flicks behind him. His toes flexing against her chest, the thumping of her heart vibrating against his paw pad. “Mount me, Absinth. Show me how powerful you really are.” Ahh, of course, Rhazien was still trying to fuck the viper. If only to satiate the depravity ravaging his mind.

"Rhazien Saxe"