Last night like this

He relented to her pulling, letting her tug him back up to her lips again. He pressed his muzzle onto hers, slipping his tongue into her maw. She returned the favour, and want and need poured into him. He groaned into her mouth, brought alive by her touches and caress.

He lowered his thighs against her. His towering body only made her seem so much smaller, more frail beneath him. It would take so little effort on his part to end her life. Every breath she took, she did so at his will. The power and control he had over her was intoxicating, it burned in him like a fire, a need. He nipped at her lip, pulling the skin as he sunk himself inside of her. Where he belonged.

He pushed her harder into the coat beneath them with a thrust of his hips, growling softly, his mouth still over hers. He trapped her muzzle in his mouth, pressing his upper teeth against her nose, his lower against her chin. Pressing hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. If she wished to breathe, she would have to breathe inside of him, steal his breath and breathe his air. His, she was his, in every way conceivable.


"Basilisk & Ignita"