The Antidote
06-13-2015, 01:29 AM
His tightened grip against her neck and the dark laughter that escaped him was answer enough, but still his maw opened and his words would be thick with disbelief. Still shoving herself against him and fighting the pull of his teeth against her neck, she would chuckle softly, breathlessly again. “Can't blame a girl for trying” she pointed out, taking the refusal with dignity, before he shook his head and she wasn't able to speak as her head was thrown back and forth with the jostle. She gave up pushing against him, especially when he rushed her. Instead she struggled to remain her balance, even leaning into his bite so it aided in supporting her even as it stopped her from balancing herself. With a quickened breath she would scramble her paws against him and twist her head in an attempt to escape his vice like grip. He was a titan of a male and once he had her in his grip there was nothing she could do to throw him unless he desired it, as she had learned in the past. No, truly she had to be surprising and nimble to escape the titan. |