Purdue

At the touch of her side to his own, sent e l e c t r i c i t y to the Olympian's veins, craving more. The Raven desired more of the ebon tempest whose desires gave to a chase, her voice falling upon deaf ears. "I want you, Hades Olympus." His baritone of noise would come from his throat, deep in a damn s e x y growl, a smirk stretching his ebony features, topaz gems full of desire. "I crave you, my little Queen. And you already have me." As her ebony pelt left his, the male yearned for the feeling of pure pleasure of her at his side. A chase was to ensue, but she could never escape his desire. The Kaiser would sound her vocals once more, of a command. Such wishes would be dulled by his desire, his baritone vocals chiming into the s e d u c t i v e lyrics so very familiar to the Queen by now. "My Queen... How could any deny the beauty that rests in your paws? No other that I have laid eyes upon has captured my heart so p e r f e c t l y." No tempest could ever frame his icy heart in such perfect fashion, simply of power, and of such desire in return. The Queen could have none else except for him. His stride would come in great bounds, topaz gems disappearing in the grasses, seeking the perfect Queen he knew. If she ever found herself to stop, the ebony male would allow her no e s c a p e. His ebony figure would move in a manner of a cat, pushing against which shoulder was closest to the Olympian. Should his maneuver be successful, ebony stilts would drape over the tempest, crown dipping to align with her lower neck, inky lips parting to give to a kiss, one that of a tiger. A sharp nip to the neck, but in the end of the action, a growl would come from inky lips, sucking gently before he would release, craving more. It was the Queen's turn, and hungrily, pink tongue would slither from it's bars, seeking ivory fangs.

"Speech."