he's no good, girl, no good for you
05-22-2014, 11:20 AM
Consent. It tasted so good. Her flesh gave beneath the pressure of his fangs. He wasn't as delicate with her as he would have been with Epiphron. She drew herself nearer, her jaws teasing the sensitive flesh around his throat. So dangerous, so real. A deep rumble vibrated in his chest as he felt her move to his side, paws and jaws groping his flesh. It was different than with someone he loved, and yet still exciting - enthralling. As she moved to his side he mirrored her, working his nips over her side, teasing at her ribcage. Her scent grew stronger as he neared her rump, jaws reaching out to hopefully snare her tail within his grasp. If successful he would gently, yet deliberately, pull her hindquarters toward him. He could wait no longer, could waste no more time. The air between them grew hot and moist with their ravenous breaths. One paw raised to lay across the center of the back, drawing himself up. Desire was palpable in the air as he aimed more nips along her spine toward her pelvis. His heart beat rapidly, feverishly in his cavernous chest. He felt strong, viral, the epitome of masculinity. And he liked it. "Speech." |