Last night like this

He felt her struggle subtly against him, felt the pull of her breath against his gums. He drove into her again, biting down a little harder against her soft flesh. For the briefest moment a part of him wanted to push down harder, hold her struggling against him. A part of himself he did not readily embrace, but sometimes with Ignita it was all too easy. So pliable to him, and him alone. It was so easy to take from her, to take everything. But as he drove his body into her again, he released his grip, caressing her chin with a kiss from his tongue. He did not give in to that side of himself. Not this time.

He steadied his balance and then rolled them both, pulling her on top of him. Letting her rest on his stomach as he continued to make love to her, his tongue against her muzzle, her cheek, across her pale little nose.



"Basilisk & Ignita"