A Thorn In My Side

She felt him shutter on her belly, her grin growing on her face. Even though he had the final say over her, she liked to know that even her soft spoken words sent a shiver down his spine. He was the all powerful, yet she still held some sort of power on this brute. Perhaps that was a good thing, to not be completely submissive under her. There would come situations that called for that, but this was not one of them. They were just enjoying each others company, their tired muscled enjoying the break, and she was enjoying the intimacy of it all. When he mentioned water, that caught her attention. She smacked her lips together, noticing just how dry they were. Mmm, water would be good. "Water sounds wonderful m'lord, but I find myself unwilling to move." She said softly, playfully nibbling on his ear. Gentle nips of course, she wouldn't want to mart that handsome face of his. He didn't make a move either, so she figured that he felt the same way.

Scorpion told her that his words would not stop, and she was excited. To hear those words all the time? Surly he was the best thing that she could have asked for, it would boost her confidence in herself as well as learning to truly care for her own being. She watched his eyes roll back, a mumbling purr coming forth. She was pleased that she could make this being feel pleasure like he had to her, opening a door to the true meaning of passion. As he turned to look at her, she found herself captured by his gaze, locked by those mesmerizing golden orbs. He spoke then, words broken up into their own statement. She was his. Othello fully belonged to Scorpion, and he growled possessively at her. She melted into him, bashfully blinking at him.

She watched as he picked himself up, not making a move herself. When he stepped over her and straddled her again, she sucked in a gulp of air and it hissed through her teeth. Her tender muscles flex, that same exotic feeling of lust flaring in her tired body. She tried to wrap her front legs around him, but they were long enough to cover his body, so she settled for them resting near his spine. He told her that she was his forever, caressing her head in his soft paws. It was a touch so gentle that she could hardly feel it, if not for his heat wrapping around her. He shivered again, her body mirroring the action. "Forever." She whispered back, the word seeming foreign to her tongue. Her eyes flickered between his, a tender smile on his maw. He kissed her and she stretched up to return it, craving his every inch again. Would this be their lives from now on? Othello figured she would just have to deal with this burning lust, and she was actually okay with it.