The wolf growled its approval. Monster. His viper. Even as he takes her beneath him she retaliates, her back arching in defiance and forelimbs pacing as though she longed to be free of him. Her words are growled with equal determination but the beast snarls. She was no one's pet. She belonged to him, to the beast and to the empire they created.

Ecstasy. Pure satisfaction courses through his veins, rendering all turmoiled emotions obsolete. In this moment he forgets about the war, forgets about the herd and the mares in it, he forgets even about Liland and the age old feud that continued to spurn his soul. Everything is forgotten. Everything except Monster. The warmth of her flesh against his own, the fire that burned like hot flames, fueled by the passion. Never had he met another so passionate and full of life as his viper.

He withdraws from her back, reluctant to break the contact and yet unsure if his hinds legs could continue to bare the weight of his frame. She snakes towards him, blunt teeth pinching the flesh of his skin between her jaws and he cannot help but to smirk. Hungerily he presses his neck into her jaw, not quite sated with the contact between the two. "Never little viper... never." he breathes, his own jaws trailing over the point of her shoulder, teeth scraping the white and smoke colored skin. He inhales a deep breath now, savoring the flavors of her skin, the beast salivating with uncontrolled hunger. "I can never have enough of you little drappa." he murmurs, a wolfish grin upon his lips. Never.