He swore he could feel her breathing inside of him. He swore he felt every little nerve of hers tingle as if it was his. He could even feel the grating of her teeth like it was natural and completely normal. Andras was still as a dead tree on a windless day, his eyes of violet and orange plastered onto her form. Her teeth began to bare and he could feel her agitation like sandpaper scraping against raw skin. Yet even her own body goes against her, Lillith's body pulls forward just slightly and Andras felt a sudden jolt in his stillness. He also throw a large paw forward, slamming it on the ground in an exaggerated mimic of her own movements. Was he now her puppet? He knew she wanted to be closer, and that only fueled his own fire...a fire so deep and smoldering he was lit like the sun.

It was then she spoke, his ears filled with joy to hear her lucious voice once again. He ached for her to never stop. He didn't even notice that she may have been displeased...her words were so filling and she was only inches away. He could almost feel the warmth of her own body entangling with his and it was then he felt her pull away, a small whine ripping form his very being as she did so. Why...why did she pull away? He knew she could fell it too. He knew she wanted to touch him, that she wanted his tongue to caress her softly throughout the night. Andras had forced himself upon many unwilling females, he had engaged in willing pleasures with others. But this? This was a whole different thing. This was beyond carnal and primal. It was the touching of the souls. His breath leaves him as she pulls her muzzle away...but she doesn't leave him disappointed completely. Her paw gently smacks and great, glorious muzzle and he feels a tingle race down his spine. His eyes close slowly before opening again to a new dawn. He listened to her words...they meant the world and yet were nothing all the same. Andras let out a small growl of dark joy, fix this? Andras would never want this 'fixed'. This was perfection. This was how they were meant to be all along.

Andras almost completely ignored her talk of angels. His face was soft with care and yet intense with longing. His ears fell back some, snakes of red falling down around his eyes that ultimately accentuate his facial features. His lips lift into a small growl, his muscular form ascends like he had wings upon him, guiding him in.

"Angels...magic..." he said in a coy whisper, so void of any thought. It was almost as if he as repeating her words simply because he could...not because they meant anything. His mind was fixated on Lillith and the tug of gravity between them. Sunset eyes burned into her own as he let his ripped frame give out. He leaned in, his neck coming in contact with hers, muzzle lowering to take in her scent, all the while his eyes are closed, for he didn't need to see. He had it all with her touch. His jaws part to grasp her neck, surprisingly gentle and filled with a passion completely foreign to the brute and likely the female. Let her bite him. He would only crave for more. All she could do was rip herself away or meld into him, to create a dark force of one in the middle of Moladion. His light purr of a growl continues to emanate from his body. How long would she let this last? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? He would do what she wished...despite the fact all he wanted was to make her feel the ultimate of pleasures in the world.