Dog Without Flaws

Calliope relishes in the way she has Morwenna nearly trapped beside her. The slight tremble that radiates from her touch, the way the wolfdog looks at her, it sends chills of excitement through her. A pleased rumble reverberates in her chest as Morwenna's paw touched her arm. Being this close, hovering practically over the smaller canine, Calliope can't deny the heat that swirls in her nether regions.

"Then I don't suppose you've ever fucked an opponent after you've spilled their blood either, hm?" The danger that sparkles in her pastel eyes lights them up as she holds the close proximity to Morwenna. Another gentle brush of her paw over the wolfdog's cheek as she hovers her lips a few centimeters away from hers. Bold was understatement for Calliope. She took what she wanted, when she wanted, and no one ever seemed to regret it.

"Speech"