---- Your very existence becomes my sacred mission's bane, you bow to kiss my hand and I ignore ignited flame
---- ALLATO: of nowhere |
They touch, they clash, and Allato purrs in response – the season does not just affect the boys, but she has remained untouched and unbred so far, and unfortunately for Rade she intends to keep it like that. But there is fire, shooting and sparking across her skin, and she turns her head to drag her teeth along the skin of his neck – teasing.
When they part she takes determined steps away from him, the lilt of her smile soft and seductive. He is no Lyov, but he is capable of playing a game, he is no lion but Rade would be more than satisfying. Allato is not a superficial creature, she values more than just looks, and he is as tricky as he is pretty, his tongue winds in such beautiful ways. They’d keep each other entertained in more ways than one. Of that she is certain.
“I’m Allato,” she laughs, she tilts her head.
“So, where are we off to Rade? Your paradise, your hell.”