SUCK ME DRY

"I'm familiar with the desperate need to sate" Now there's something a man does not usually admit to, and instantly interest works its way into the folds of her brain. Most men were led blindly by the impulse to dominate, but him, he felt the need to satisfy others. She can only wonder why his brain worked this way, her gaze momentarily sweeping his massive form as she ponders his next actions. She is not surprised when he gratefully takes her offer, and wastes no time dipping into her scaley stash. Miraculously a single fish had managed to stay alive long enough to squirm in a feeble attempt at keeping its life, but the stranger was quick to squish its optimism. The man crushes the fish's skull easily, the loud crack of bone crushing beneath the pressure of fangs causing a devilish smirk to curl the corners of her lips. It is then that she turns toward him, aiming to face him directly while leaning toward him on the edge of her haunches, to show her obvious interest in him.

There is something about him that drives her curiosity into unknown boundaries. She feels the impulse to gain more information on this handsome brute, and so she silently eyes him for a few more seconds so she can construct a strategy. “Delicious, isn't it?” She pauses momentarily, her right brow quirking in interest above her magma hued eye. “And might I ask where the prince came from?” She follows her previous statement with a smooth inquiry, her facial expression nearly void of emotion besides the quirk of her eyebrow. Surly this man came from somewhere, there was no way he was a rogue. It was obvious he had no problem finding several meals each day due to his massive bulk.