They Killed The Poet
His body vibrated beside her, as though he was unable to control himself around her. A growl would reverberate in his chest, pale lips lifting to reveal ivory daggers. He would speak, rhymes falling off his tongue causing a wicked smile to curl her features. "I can be anything you want baby." His fangs would scrape down her leg, so her muzzle would lower beside his ear as she spoke. He was right, together they would bring Olympus to their knees and was them burn until there was nothing left of them.
As she moved away from him, he would growl but follow nonetheless. When she came to a stop, he would tower over her, his body heat blanketing her. His muzzle would find its way to her ear, breathing tickle the sensitive skin. He would press against her, lips curling to reveal the tips of fangs. "Yes." The single word rolled off her tongue breathlessly as she arched against him, pressing herself closer, if it was even possible.
Teasing him, she would slip away, leaving his grasp, forcing him to either stay or follow. A dark smile lifted her lips, tail flicked back and forth behind her, hips swaying at she moved. No. This time she would not be so easy. The temptress began to turn their meeting into a game, taunting the man to the point of breaking. She would peer briefly over at him before turning away. Paws pressed against the earth, a gentle breeze playing with her dark pelt. Amusement colored her features, unable to help herself. She would draw out her game for as long as possible, intending to watch his control crumble and resolve break. |