Breaking Down Walls

He didn’t expect the hunger, or the heat that would flare at her strange, but undeniable trust when he cradled her throat in his fangs. It was lucky he had given Larimar the orders he had… forcing him to stand aside, to be left wanting as he looked at Ignita. She was changing, growing in different ways. The ache she left him with only seemed to increase every time he was around her. A painful, awful need.

When he bid her to enter the tunnel, she practically bolted through it. Surely not to escape him? He followed her movements through the slim entrance, and moved his head through it to keep his eyes on her. When she got to the other side she laughed - laughed! The minx. He scraped a paw through the hole as if trying to reach for her. “Come a little closer and I’ll tell you.” He teased her almost breathlessly.

"Basilisk"