So far this fall, she had done her best to avoid him, as she knew her heat would be calling to her soon. When it finally came, it burned like a holy fire in her, the need, the desire to reproduce, the need for her king. She had left the territory albeit briefly hoping to create some distance between her, and Isardis, so that he wouldn't know of her heat, and she wouldn't give in to mating him. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to him, gods, she was. Around him, even when she wasn't in heat she could barely control herself, barely contain the excitement that bubbled in her veins, the scorching fire of his gaze when he looked upon her. The cool evening settled in around her, and she padded around the edge of a stream that cut through the territory restlessly, her heart throbbing and heat pooling in her stomach. She wouldn't make it through the night without calling to him or going to him, she needed him. She needed what he could do for her, the release he could provide. After all, it was only one night... wasn't it? Her tawny muzzle would kiss the air, a sweet summoning song flowing from her jaws, calling him to her, to claim her, and make the night count. THANK YOU YUMPY MY LADY LUMPY Speech,

isardis He would saunter for her proximities, aware of the ripeness of her womb, following eagerly the twisted body of the river-bed as her small frame would loiter ahead. She had called him, granting him the awareness of her season, sending his mind busting with thrill as he would so elegantly approach; flaunting himself for her eyes, for her desires. He would loom from her behind, drowning in the luxuries of her scent, only to have the woman turn upon his arrival; to drag his prize from his reach. But his spirits wouldn?t be tarnished, not just yet. He would waltz, to aim to manoeuvre to press his chest against her shoulder, to bump firmly into her company as his jaws would reach immediately for her scruff, only to send muffled lyrics crawling free, ?Do you want this as bad as your body so screams, my russet beauty??

He arrived in short time, the pallid ghost, the pallid angel. The ivory king's scent sang to her, and she quivered to it's un-vocalized words in response. As he came close to her, seizing her scruff in his alabaster jawls, a whine of need escaped her jaws, calling to him, willing him forward. His words, as the flowed from his suppleness, made her take a second thought, did she really want this? Did she want to give herself to him, a brood, a whore, merely renting her womb for the space of his spawn, his blood. She didn't want it, she needed it. She needed a reason.

Shaky breath flowed from her jaws, as she gave a rattly sigh. "Are you going to waste our time with meaningless banter, my leige, or are you going to take what you so desire...." Turning her head, tilting it so that she could nearly see his pallid form, she let out a chuckle, "Tell my my lord, are you going to make me yours? Hmm?" Daring verbose, left her, and she would still herself, forcing her bodice to relax, to allow her king to take his pleasure, and do his will.

isardis Her words of invitation were more than enough, spine twisting whilst holding her nape as the man would snarl; wound up by her words of taunt, unable to keep himself at bay any longer. It was a side to her he hadn?t ever seen before, however for the most part he would fall unconscious to her cunning speak, enveloped by the desires of his loins as he would raise his body to lean upon her spine; searching eagerly with the thrusting his pelvis as he wold leave no room for her change of mind, canines holding his prize ever-so-close. --- fade to black

He didn't speak again, no words of poetry would flow form his supple albino jaws, he didn't hesitate, moving on her, taking her scruff in his jaws. A whine of desire escaped her jaws, and she felt her body give into him, as he thrust into her, claiming her. She reveled in the feeling, reveled in losing herself to him. The feel of them combining, she could almost forget that most likely she'd soon be carrying his pups, the feeling was ecstasy. Erotic. Orgasmic. -fade to black, yo- THANK YOU YUMPY MY LADY LUMPY Speech,