A Thorn In My Side

The beasts moans filled her ears, excitement growing that she had drawn that sound from him. It was her that was enough of a woman to pull out his sounds of pleasure out of that maw. Maybe she was worth something if she could do this. Just that thought made her feel better, driving her to try and draw more pleasure from him. She wanted to touch him all over, to show herself and him that she was more than worth it.

As he danced from paw to paw she whispered her words, and felt his jaws lock on her cheek. She paused, violet eyes wide, whining lowly. She had crossed a line, she asked him a question and that was not permitted. For some strange reason though, the firm bite made her feel weak in the knees. But she held herself still, erotic scents still pooling off her body. She awaited until he let her go, her eyes apologetic as she gazed at his golden eyes. She didn't move, nor did she say anything. The heat was building within her though, and she could not hold it in any longer.

A soft kiss covered her sore cheek, and Othello knew that this would not be her only sore spot. He asked her of her title, and she did not hesitate to answer. "Othello." She whispered, her voice crackling with her needs. His limb coated her back, running down her back and causing another shiver to shake her entire being. He bit her scruff, a hissing sound coming from her maw. She wanted him, and needed him now. She wished to beg him, but couldn't. She whined, pleading with sounds and not with words. As much as she wanted another harsh bite, she would prefer to have it in the passion of the moment and not because she had been out of line.

"Speech"
'thoughts'