Her intentions were clear as she makes an attempt at passing him by and continuing deeper into the cavernous hell that the grotto was, but she was refused the right to do so as the thick, silvered form of the bastard blocks her path. Their bodies are forced upon one another by the tight space that she has made her way into and she cannot help but delight - even in the slightest - at the heat that is exchanged between their touch. But she will not allow him to plunder her virtue without so much as another word in regards to what this path held for them both and so her muzzle is twisted into a silent snarl as he nears her ear to speak in a husky voice. She denies him the right to look her dead in the eye and the fur upon her nape begins to bristle as the tension is exuded from her form.

It is only when he speaks a second time that she lays her guard down, sheathing the arsenal of fangs behind blackened lips and curving her neck to that their muzzles are now meeting adjacent to another, her hardened eyes staring intensely into his own. If it was not clear to Lucian that Stella had never become intimate with another then he was far more dense than she had first assumed and thus proving to be unworthy of continuing her line in the long run. So she does not choose to answer him and allows him to figure it out himself.

Her skin is becoming heated with every passing second that lingers between them and when he moves to nip at her ear, she cannot help but throw her defenses up once again. She is not accustomed to physical affection, naughty or not, and will not so readily accept such things from anyone. Even Lucian. She had never been a creature of lust or need for such carnal things and if Lucian desired after her at any level, then he would come to understand that she is not like the wenches he has had tucked under him before. She is a formidable woman with no need for a male other than having the option to reproduce further generations from their own blood. She did not feel the need to succumb to any sexual play or foolish games to get what it was that she wanted from this consummation.

She warns him one final time as his tongue slips across her cheek and her upper lip contorts into a snarl again as a threatening growl emanates from her very core. Let him try his ways on her all he wants, but she will not break so easily.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | king's guard