Your Words Have Haunted Me

The darkness seemed to envelope him as the pair entered the cavern, the aroma of vanilla causing his tongue to loll out of his mouth and dangle with the support of his lower jaw. His one green eye narrowed as she halted and spoke, a crazed grin stretching across his maw as he listened to her naughty words. "And hurry up. Don't keep me waiting." Savvy simply grinned even wider, the temptation pulling him in. He felt her press up against him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Her breathe was hot and burning against his ear. The man loved it.

As she asked his name, he stared into her one eye with his own, a toothy, crooked smile slipped across his inky black lips. He parted his maw fleetly and whispered, Savvy... Was all he needed to say before he felt her tail near his rear. He released a crisp giggle of satisfaction. The perverted man would not doubt her statement, for he was too pulled in by the aroma flowing out between her legs to care. But finally, her sweet nothings came to an end. He was pushed to the ground with her, and the fun began.

Savvy immediately moved upon her and locked his jaws around her scruff. To him, 'gentle' did not exist. He was always aggressive. The man bit down quite hard onto her scruff. Savvy wanted to hear her pain. Her agony and moans. Satisfactory or not. He locked his legs around her and released a firm growl as he shuffled upon her, the weight of his frame probably not the most comfortable thing to be under. But he cared less. The man hoped for pain, and if not, words. Whispers. Tempting words. For now, he continued to lay upon her, awaiting a reaction.