Nighttime Madness
04-28-2014, 08:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2014, 09:00 PM by Crucifix.)
The night had faded to the backgrounded somewhere along the line, although he was never oblivious to it he did simply cast it into the recesses of his mind. This beauty before him it seemed had finished collecting herself from her little stunt. She sat before him now, with there attention symmetrically aligned and his appraisal more difficult to hide. Not that he bothered, he had no problems with her seeing the raise of his eyebrows, the draw of his lips into a smile and the dancing of his orbs across the markings against her own eyes. With her next words, he would find even more reason to be entertained, as she took his words in stride. He was caught off guard, a rarity for the beast as she pushed her nose against his fur. For the moment he lost his line of thoughts, the teasing track of his words. He blinked against the touch, looking down at her as she used all her 'feminine wiles' as she pushed her crown into his chest, and breathed in the scent of him. He was... well, he was astounded that the being would be this forward, and had thought his own, forward words would have unbalanced her. When she pulled herself from the unexpected embrace she did not move herself far, and he finally brought himself back again. His breath a sigh of warmth and an add mix of affection for this creature. He was himself again by the time her next words where upon her maw, and his smile was teasing, with the hint of a sly nature. ?A few things come to mind? he teased, but again, she was ahead of him as a claw skimmed the surface of his leg, bringing a surprised breath from his tones. Normally he was the one making the flirtatious moves, but this was much further along and utterly unexpected. It would appear that she was very grateful for his unexpected protection. He would move his own head forward, his breath would tickle against the side of her neck as he breathed her in. He would think of raspberries and unable to help himself would brush a lick against the outside of her ear, flicking it gently against the brisk furs there. He was recollecting himself again, a little more prepared for her flirtations, a rumble would start in his chest, a satisfied sound of contentment as he drew back his tongue between his fangs. ?Mmm.. well.. i'm quite satisfied with a taste ? he purred, his tone teasing once more, his eyes dancing against hers as he answered how she could repay him. That in part, she could take that lick to mean the end of his taste, or that she could take it further was left to her. "My sounds""My Soul" |
