Serpentine eyes narrow slightly as his vocals wash over her, and slowly a grin unfolds upon her ebony lips. His acquiesce causing such a dampening that she knew not what to do with herself. Should she dart forward and force her will upon his unwilling body? His form was slight and there was a good chance she could take him but then again there was that dark edge of violence that crackled and popped. It stoked her flames and whispered sweet promises to her withered soul. No, if she played her cards right, she could milk this situation for moons to come and still never tire of the fable. If only she could get his softly hissing voice out of her mind. It played over and over like a twisted aphrodisiac and try as she might she could just hear him screaming her name…just…like…that. ”Nervous little lamb? Does little ole me cause you anxiety?” Her words are gentle, edged with maternal concern yet coated with a fine coat of condescending glee as her gaze zeros in on his twitching tail. ”Tell me, what is beneath that fine tail of yours?” She coos, as she advances on him. His reaction almost causes her to come undone at the seems however. The pure vehemence within the sharp snap of his fangs as it pirouetted with the deep thundering tone of his vocal warning. All made more endearing by the ugly crooked fang that glistened against his own lips. Oh how she longed to drag her tongue down the length of that snaggle tooth…the feel it as it snaked within her own chassis and to moan as it ripped itself free.

”Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting?” She drawled the words, never ceasing in her advance. Small steps, tiny little increments she drew closer and tested his ire. By now her scent of arousal cut with cruelty saturated the air to the point she was getting lightheaded with each intake of breath. She needed him and with a quickness. His answer to her previous statement falls flat for her. Were her earlier words a question or statement? She could not remember. She could not care enough about the conversation to even attempt to remember. She only gave a slow nod as she drew one more step closer. Her tail rises with each thud of her heart, a roaring reverberation that she felt within her loins as she released her frustrations at him in her own resounding growl. He would submit.

Dual hued eyes watch him carefully as he moves his body into a fighting stance. Wait, no that is incorrect. More of a stance suited for defense. Where was his balls? Where was his desire to fight and the lust to draw blood? Did she not strike deep enough to make him crave her cadaver upon a hill of gore? Perhaps if she took whatever it was that he postured over it would finally draw the beast out that she so clearly saw just beneath the surface. Mind made up the viper gathers herself to steal it when his words cause her to halt. He? Claim? Who in the hell was he talking about because clearly, they were the only ones there at that point in time. Resisting the urge to look about them she gives him a pointed stare, trying desperately to read his eyes. ”You poor little lamb. Let me ease your suffering.” Soft guile met biting bitterness as she lowered her body slightly before committing to the forward lunge. Care to keep her head down she angles her body to his right side. Her target is his ankle, side, leg, whatever she can get her mouth on. Well that is what she wants him to believe. If he makes any move to retaliate besides moving that damn trinket then she will use either her right front or hind leg, depending on how he moves, to kick it away from him. At which point she will whirl to take it within her maw, dancing away from him with a mocking gaze. Should he protect the trinket above all else she will simply attempt to redirect her attack to his man bits. Lets see what he adores most.