Echoes of a Chase
Kaino
Knight
Poison Master
06-17-2024, 04:19 PM
Coated in blood and sinew, Sephiran loomed over the elk they’d just taken down, licking his jowls and leaning in to take a bite out of its neck. Kaino wasn’t far off, laying the snow and cleaning the carnage from her paws, panting and catching her breath. A symphony Sephiran liked to hear. With a sickening crunch the Sultan rips off a chunk of flesh and fur, setting it on the ground to anchor it with his paws. He’s pulling the hide off, ready to slide the meat down his greedy throat, when Kaino starts to shift, gravitating towards him.
Raising his head, Sephiran peers down at the smaller woman, a low growl bubbling in his throat as she enters his proximity. She licks blood from his saber, her tongue caressing his lips, igniting a wave of lust inside of his abdomen.I would look good beneath you, sweet cousin. Her voice is a purr, dripping in licentious greed, beckoning to the salacious mannerisms that resided in Sephiran. He was a dominator, an abuser, a man who loved a chase and Kaino understood that- who better to scratch that itch than a woman who can bend to his will?
Shifting, Sephiran starts to lean into Kaino, lips pulling back to flash her a toothy smirk. His eyes are lit with predatory lust, the air around them crackling with electric tension, as he shares unspoken words with his Emira. Bend for me. The muscles beneath his pelt tense, a paw starting to raise as he prepares to forcefully mount her- but suddenly, she pulls away, dancing off into the depths of The Polar Sound to coax him into a chase. He doesn’t hesitate- he’s lunging after her, catching the air with a snap of his jaws, a snarl resonating from his chest.
He’s quick on his feet, but Kaino is smaller, more agile, and lighter; she pulls away from him, triggering that predatory surge he’d experienced while hunting the elk earlier. He’s winding through the pines, leaping over boulders, and slowly, he’s gaining on her. He's fixated on the feminine curvature of her rump, the swaying of her bobbed tail as she flashes her intimacy at him, encouraging him further.
"Speech"
Raising his head, Sephiran peers down at the smaller woman, a low growl bubbling in his throat as she enters his proximity. She licks blood from his saber, her tongue caressing his lips, igniting a wave of lust inside of his abdomen.
Shifting, Sephiran starts to lean into Kaino, lips pulling back to flash her a toothy smirk. His eyes are lit with predatory lust, the air around them crackling with electric tension, as he shares unspoken words with his Emira. Bend for me. The muscles beneath his pelt tense, a paw starting to raise as he prepares to forcefully mount her- but suddenly, she pulls away, dancing off into the depths of The Polar Sound to coax him into a chase. He doesn’t hesitate- he’s lunging after her, catching the air with a snap of his jaws, a snarl resonating from his chest.
He’s quick on his feet, but Kaino is smaller, more agile, and lighter; she pulls away from him, triggering that predatory surge he’d experienced while hunting the elk earlier. He’s winding through the pines, leaping over boulders, and slowly, he’s gaining on her. He's fixated on the feminine curvature of her rump, the swaying of her bobbed tail as she flashes her intimacy at him, encouraging him further.
