We Were Never Here[P]

She would fight with herself with no hopes to win. She was new to this game he played, while he had been doing it for years. He not only had the practice, but the skill and the confidence that was needed to play his cards like he was now. It was like a steady trot for him, a walk that was pretty much his own. Charaz felt like he was the inventor of this game, he lived and breathed the sweet lies to get woman to flock to him. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her fight with herself, an internal battle that she would not win. Maybe if the female was not in her heat season she would be able to fight back, but she was not. That upset him slightly, he did like it when they put up a bit of a fight. It was a challenge for him, to woo them into a place were they would submit to him. It made him feel more powerful, more dominate if they fought against him. Plus the feeling of pain only drove him closer to the edge.

Charaz noses her softly, still whispering as he pushed up harder on her chest, most likely causing her backside to dig into the wall behind her with the force of it. His silver eyes shone in the dim light, glimmering with the need that he held. He wanted to tease her, play with her, bite her. Goldilocks shut her sunny eyes, most likely trying to gather her thoughts. He didn't let her have a moment of peace though, his ears pinning flat against his skull as his teeth sought to nip her flesh just behind the ear. This one was softer, more of a pinch. Oh how badly he wanted to sink his fangs into her pretty fur, to watch her pristine alabaster fur soak with the dark crimson of her blood. His eyes constricted and contracted, his own desires burning higher and higher. She wasn't moving, just standing there, and it was making him grow bored. A growl rumbled in his throat, his lips pulling back into a snarl as he dared her to fight against him. He wanted her to bite, to fight back tooth and claw as she fought for her freedom. But he would win her over, he always did.

Her eyes were closed, blocking him out from the change that took place in her mind. All he knew, was that something had gave within the innocent damsel. She let out a gasp, and then a moan, pushing back up against his chest. Confusion over took him, making his body grow stiff for a heart beat. He knew that something had to give within her, but this was different. Goldilocks was different. Her face buried into his chest, and he rumbled lowly as her nips covered his sensitive skin there. He asked him who he was, but he didn't answer right away. Instead he stretched his head towards the back of her neck, his teeth trying to bite into her scruff with more force, testing to see if this dame had truly changed. "I'm me Goldilocks, I'm your Sunset Prince." He cooed, not sharing his given name. He chuckled when he used the nick name that the golden viking lady had given him. If she ever asked for his actual name, Charaz might just share it with her. He didn't give a shit about her name though, to him she would forever be his Goldilocks.

A new need was burning in the female, he could feel it bubbling through her bodice as it grew warmer. He was still a big confused at this whole thing, had she truly snapped? "Where have you been hiding, my sweet dove?" He asked, knowing that something was different. It was hard not to, the Goldilocks from before would not be brushing up against him like this. Even in their first coupling, she didn't show him affection like this. This is what made Charaz think that this was someone else, something that had been sitting dormant within her sweet little form. Not that he didn't like it, he loved it when they brushed against him like this, when they longed for him to stand over them. It was his favorite when they fought back, but he couldn't deny the shudder that her nips had brought forth from his body. It wasn't often that the bitches he was will gave him equal pleasure and teasing, but he wouldn't push her away.