Carnal desire is witnessed in the jeweled depths of her eyes and it only pulls him further into their web of lust and seduction. He does not desire for conversation or an exchange of names; he only wants to satiate his fleshly cravings and she appeared to be just as ready to give in to these.
Her posture changes as he expresses his show of dominance, her own tassel rising to place in confidence as she steps toward him, closing the final gap between their two bodies so that his chest is now met with the flesh of her own as he clasps down upon the tenderness of her mortal form. The slight shudder through her muscles tells of her ecstasy in this demonic pleasure and causes him to bite down harder in wicked excitement. Oh, if only the timing was right, he would be upon her before she even had the chance to retaliate. But she is not throwing off that delectable aroma and he must wait for what seems to be an eternity for ever the opportunity for such things.
But she would not allow him to have all of the fun, as her succulent blood began to seep through her auburn tainted fur and onto his awaiting tongue. She twists herself so that her own jaws gnash and clasp firmly upon his upper shoulder, a snarl of satanic pleasure and heated anger exudes from his chest as he releases his hold upon her neck and rips himself away from her, tearing her fangs from his flesh as he does so. His lips pull back as he raises his head in an aggressive demeanor before pressing forward again into her space and sliding his bloodied muzzle upon her own, licking his drawn blood from her lips as a ferine smile takes place upon his façade.
“Do you know who you are fucking with?”
He speaks in a deep timbre, his voice hushed as if someone were listening from afar and his eyes staring intensely into her own as they shares these intimately sensual moments together.
Without any indication, he moved upon her, rising his forelegs from the earth so that he may press her toward the earth and onto her back in a submissive manner, his teeth bared in a threat if she were to object to his darkest desires.
tear at the throats of the fathers of deception
eight yrs //
hyperion x fiera //
faline & none