you're just going to have to go with the flow

Enyo's breath remained steady and controlled, even as Valkeyrie’s playfully flirtatious words reached her ears. The she-wolf’s approach was a bold departure from the timid caution Enyo had expected. For a moment, her icy blue and silver eyes flickered with intrigue. Valkeyrie’s forwardness was both amusing and a challenge Enyo could never ignore a challenge.

The touch of the paw on her chest sent a ripple of tension through her muscles, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken energy between them. Valkeyrie’s eyes were locked onto hers, those desire-laden glances revealing impulsivity. Yet, Enyo did not move. She remained a statue of raw, unyielding power, her thick, luxurious fur only enhancing the contrast between her and Valkeyrie’s lithe form.

A slow smile curled at the edge of Enyo’s lips, though it held more menace than warmth. Danger? Yes, Valkeyrie had the right idea. There was always danger around Enyo, she was the embodiment of it. Her presence alone commanded respect and caution, yet here Valkeyrie stood, pushing boundaries, stepping into her space without a hint of fear.

"Perhaps you are," Enyo replied, her velvety voice laced with amusement, "Flirting with something you don’t fully understand." Her words were measured, a warning wrapped in a taunt, as her gaze bore down on Valkeyrie with the weight of her arousal.

She let the silence hang between them for a moment longer before finally shifting, her broad, muscular form moving just enough so that Valkeyrie’s paw slid slightly down her chest, her eyes never leaving the smaller she-wolf’s. The touch was electric, though Enyo remained in control, a pillar of restraint as her gaze darkened.

Is this close enough? Valkeyrie had asked, her voice breathy, filled with longing. Enyo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

“No,” she said, her voice dropping low, the weight of her authority palpable. “But I suppose you’ll learn soon enough what it means to be close to me.” There was no rush in her words, no eagerness. She enjoyed the game, the slow dance of control and desire that Valkeyrie had unknowingly stepped into.

Enyo lowered her head slightly, bringing her muzzle close to Valkeyrie’s ear, her breath warm against the other wolf’s fur. "but know that I always bite back." she whispered, her voice like silk over steel.

With that, she pulled back just enough to meet Valkeyrie’s gaze again, letting the tension between them settle. Her body was poised, powerful, a force of nature contained within a carefully measured exterior.

With that, the large woman would position herself over Valkeyrie, ready to dominate her body in ways she had yet to experience.

*FADE TO BLACK

"SPEECH"