You Have The Right To Remain Violent

"Oh no, snow wouldn't work sweetheart.. I'm hotter than hell, itself," she would say with a hiss, the orange man giving her soft nibbles across her body. She didn't really feel like fucking this one.. But damn they would make some sexy babies. Was she ready for that kind of responsibility? Hell to the fuck no.

Her bicoloured gaze of violet and gold would flick at the brute when he would give a smack to her ass with his tail, practically spanking her. A growl emerged from her throat, catching that silver gaze of his. "Do you belong to a pack?" She would ask him, a hidden smirk on the creme coloured babe's face.