Your love is my drug
02-06-2014, 09:43 AM
The taste of his blood ok her tongue was satisfying. His snarls were music to her ears. His fight captivated her like no other. He had broken free from her jaws but he was tumbling back, unable to escape her. She felt his limbs wrap around her neck, pulling her with him. Front limbs would shoot out on either side of him, wanting to catch herself. She felt his breath in her ear as it was forced from his lungs. His rage continued to feed her desire. Her fangs had pierced his flesh, giving her grip on his neck as she towered over him. A hind leg would rise, aiming to come down on his belly, wanting to keep him pinned beneath her. Power pumped through her veins, pools of ice glazed over from the high of it all. A growl rumbled dangerously in her throat. She would press down with her nose hard, wanting to put press on his throat, on his windpipe. She want him to know she was in charge. If he had been successfully pinned below her, then her limbs would bend, lowering her belly to rest against her own. She would rub her into his pelt, claiming him as her own. Everyone would know. He would know and be forever reminded of it. Only after she had done so successfully she would release him, still keeping him caged between her legs. If he continued to fight then she would keep her grip, clenching her jaws, still burying her scent in his pelt. Talk like this |
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