Addicted to the things you do between the sheets
11-07-2014, 01:43 AM
She would accept his touch, would bend and stretch her neck for him to inspect her only to find that it was really only her limb that was wounded. He would grunt, a silent acknowledgement that she was probably fine and might possibly be capable of handling herself. She would snap angry words at him, hissing them out as if she wanted him to back off but he would not, would not give her any space. Acidic gaze would burn into her gaze when all of a sudden she would lash out. Teeth raked along the top of his muzzle so fast he only had time to snap his face back as her teeth came down on the left side of his upper lip. Immediately a snarl would rip through his chest as he recoiled before attempting to launch himself forward. He would aim to knock his chest into her shoulder, looking to have jaws come down on the base of her spine just above her shoulders, right foreleg swinging around to attempt to drape over her mid back. She wanted to play rough? He could play rough? He wanted her to feel pain but at the same time he wanted her close? Closer then she already was... WORDS HERE |