Sweet punishment
Her sudden need for him was obvious, yet he did not know how to take it. Never had he been with a woman. Perhaps he was waiting for a time that might never come. Subtly she pressed back into him, and he found himself craving more. Perhaps it was a reaction that any male might have' perhaps his need was specific to her. Basilisk didn't know.
When she first called for him, she had been so angry, biting his neck so hard that he had bled. But now, her fangs merely grazed the fur of his neck. There was no pain this time. Only pleasure. A low laugh would escape his throat, his gaze growing bright with excitement and anticipation. It was surprising to him that she had grown so fond of him, in her own way -- and he, of her. His own fangs would seek her flesh, so tender as he moved to grasp onto the scruff near the back of her neck. She was not in heat, and he had no desire to have children yet, so he couldn't find any reason to not succumb to his own desires. A gentle growl would leave his throat as he positioned himself closer to her, a paw swinging around her back as he continued to grasp at the back of her neck, growing quickly excited by being so close to her. |