She didn't miss the look in his eyes. Oh how spectacular it made her feel to have the powers of a vixen. She could sway those hips of hers and bat her eyelashes and all the males fell to her paws. She hid it though, not wanting to spoil their game. She loved to play this part, to see just how far she could take it. So she slotted herself into it, falling into the facade just a little to easy. She was burying her pain below the feelings of lust, plus her heady scent of her season didn't help calm the base urge.
Othello smirked at his words, asking him to show her. "Was that an order?" She teased, snapping her jaws together in a show-off type fashion. Her sharp ivories glimmered when she showed them off, turning her head this way and that as if she was showing off a prize. Giggling softly, she awaited the brute to speak again. And he did, quite quickly telling her what to do. She would not object this one, it was a clear order that was made to be followed. So she stepped closer to the pale male, her paws sinking into the obsidian beneath her. He did not ask her of her name, so she didn't speak it. "Pleasure, Master Creedance." Although there was still a slight tease in her vocals, she did not miss addressing him by a title. If she forgot it, he would surly show her just how hard he could bite.
She had not been allowed to touch him, so she just flipped her elongated tail around, blowing her heat scent towards him. She tantalized him with its heady scent, it was surly something that he could not resist. Her lavender eyes tempted him towards her, telling him that she was ready to take all of him, no matter how rough he may be. She may walk away from this with a few love scars.
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