holy water cannot help you now

A throaty chuckle would pour from her maw as she took in his first comment, and she looked down at him, holding his moonstone orbs. He moved closer, his snout very nearly brushing against hers, their chests radiating heat that was soaked up by their other's body. Long salmon tongue would escape her maw, and would run over her jowls as she watched his features dance while he spoke. She would gladly devour him, right here and right now. He mentioned being one of the creatures that lurked in the dark, and a thunderous laugh shook the muscular bodice of the golden woman, trickling into the air with a stream of mist. Muzzle would lower, inky lips brushing against the fur along his orange lobe. "I can hardly see the resemblance, sunset prince." She would coo, thunderous tones a seductive whisper now. She could see in his eyes, as her gaze flicked to his as her crown rose again, he was prepared to manipulate her. The orange man was prepared to mold her to his will, should she decide to reject him, to flee him in pathetic fear of what pleasures he might bestow.
Well, it seemed that pretty face was about to turn to shock, his seductive games useless. She was no na?ve young thing, no willowy little princess without a brain in her head and her legs locked at the knee. Far from it. Should he suddenly fear her, she would instead take from him what he was hinting at. One did not play with the Viking princess, if they offered, they had better be prepared to have it taken from them, whether willingly or by force. "You will do more than watch, my sunset prince." She purred again, and her chest would suddenly bump against his, banded forelimbs propelling her suddenly, smoothly forward and having every intent to knock the male onto his back, creating a cage of her powerful limbs on all sides of him. A wicked grin would come to play upon the broad planes of her face, and she dropped her cranium once more. Their noses would very nearly touch, and she would pause, tail dropping slowly to sway across her heels. "Won't you, my mercury eyed one?" She crooned, raising a brow at him in question. There would be no such thing as foreplay with her, unless she needed to convince him of what bounties he may reap.

"Speech"
'thoughts'