You own me like whispers in poetry

Her enthusiasm was almost frightful. He brushed the entire length of his body against her and kissed her muzzle with a sly smile. “Should I be worried?” He teased, but didn't fight her as she put the blindfold over his eyes. Her meek monster as he let himself be blinded. The loss of one of his primary sensors was no small thing, and added a layer to the anticipation. He was already worked up, sweaty and hard with his desire for her.


He shivered at the pull of her claw down his neck, making a soft noise at her touch. She stepped back, and he would understand what it felt like to not know where she would come from next, what she would do. What parts of his need she would answer. She brushed her claw across his hip and he playfully snapped his teeth at the air before rolling over to answer her demands. He lay there, exposed and vulnerable, half arched with desire and need as he waited for her to do something.