The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She crawled to him, stinking of desperation and heat. His own body was responding, despite how he held himself, still and calm. The heat was pooling like molten lava in his silver gaze. She needed him, and that was a power he had never held over another before. It was powerful, and tempting and the urge to dominate her was incredibly strong. But he made himself wait. How far would she go to appease the need of her body?

Her lips touched his ankle, and then she was pulling herself up to touch his cheek. Then came the accusations, though it seemed to do nothing to stop her desire. “I did nothing to you, Demelza. Is something wrong? Is there something you need?” he whispered, lowering his head so his breath brushed her cheek, her muzzle. Though he did not touch her.


"Speech"