A Thorn In My Side

He seemed to be incited by her willingness, by this role that she played oh so well. He revered her, coming to stand atop her and grace her with soft touches and kissed. She felt every part of her body tingle, a soft moan leaving her black lipids. She felt his heat flowing through her, felt it all the way down to her elegant tail. She cooed softly, urging him to move on. She wanted him to take her right here and right now, to show her what being alive was all about. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted softly, wanting to touch him but not letting herself. She needed to play the part, to make sure she matched what he wanted. Surprisingly, it wasn't that difficult.

When she spoke out of line he did not scold her, but would in fact punish her by not being allowed to touch him. Her lavender eyes met his golden ones, pleading with him but not opening her maw again. Maybe he would not even touch her if she spoke again. Whining softly, she nodded her head, looking at that grin on his maw. He was going to draw it out, to alight all of her nerve endings. She quivered with the thought, the fact that she was in season making everything feel ten times better. But for how long would he make her wait? She wanted him now. Her tail thumped on the rock to display her irritation at the fact, but no longer would she over step him.