As looked down upon her form of inky black, he felt something completely different than what he had before. His desire to nip at her rump in good fun had morphed and he wished only to bring her the ultimate of pleasures in life. She lifts and his sunset orbs of stunning design do not look away, they do not dare look away because nothing else could make him if they tried. She was a vixen so tantalizing, so different than all the rest and he knew not how he didn't realize it before. It seemed so obvious now as her words hung in the air like diamonds. To himself he thought of how he so wished she would do as she said, that she would grace with him with devilish touch and rile up every bit of blood within him. His eyes widen as he leans in closer to him and he can feel his breath escape from himself. A witch, a witch she was as she literally stole his breath. She snaps near his neck and it hits him just like she really ripped into him. Her fangs taste his blood and he bleeds out, only to be filled completely with...her...with Lillith. She had entrapped him, she had taken complete possession of him and he was no forever hers. He finds that his eyes close in hopes that her supple lips would find their way to graze his fur in a mutually exchanged pleasure but he was only to be crushed, crushed in a way he had never been crushed or thought to be capable of being crushed before.

She pulled away from him and it was as if he could feel it instantly. The girl had thrown a spiked collar on him and gave him a hella short leash. His eyes burst open faster than the dawn of a fresh day, fiery and filled with a wanting that went beyond any lust he held for other females. They were just play things, little living toys that he destroyed for his own sick pleasure. They were nothing but entertainment in this hell that is life on earth. Realms of unknown origin had clashed together and he was left standing tall, breathing quickening with each step she took back. Andras stepped forward with his raven hued paws so large but was halted so quickly with the screech of her voice, it wasn't truly a screech no but it was to Andras for it was a voice of her displeasure., a hiss of hatred so thick that he felt like his soul was coated in tar. Her words strike into him like no fangs ever had, and he had the scars of battles, not just any battles, battles among demons. He gasped for air like she was drawing him in his own blood with her words. No. He would never kill her. He would prevent the grim reaper from ever appearing near her if he could. There was no question in his resolve though he had no idea why this sudden change happened in his mind. He wanted to please her, he wanted so much for her and he wanted...all of her. Muscles of tight weaving rippled under his glimmering onyx and blood stained pelt, his eyes resting on her in all of their sunset glory, a look of caring, a softness that he had given no one in his many years illuminating from them like the sun itself. Yet, it was no separated by his look of wanting, longing, and his ultimate lust for her touch.

"Lillith I... I would....NEVER harm you," his voice rang out, the word never spitting out with a snarl for he was quite frankly offended that she would think he would kill her, that he would ever take her life from her in such a way and yet normally, he wouldn't have cared about such an accusation. He would probably be a jackass and mock her over it but...he couldn't. Why couldn't he? What the hell was happening? Andras ripped his gaze from her to look at the ground to the right, his breath returning and he could feel how tense all of his large figure was over...her of all wolves. He stared off in an attempt to understand and he could feel frustration scratching inside of him. The demon inside of him wanted to scream, to rip out of this potential softness within him. It wanted to tear into flesh and rip, to kill it until it was nothing but a bloody pulp on the ground for the maggots to clean up. Yet the demon could not be released, not as it should. All of this was so intense like the feeling of molten lava flowing over his core. And all that Lillith felt was...sick.

"Sick? YOU feel sick? You have...you have used some magic on me, woman! You have ripped out my very SOUL you vixen, you...temptress! I...are you okay? Do I...need to find you a healer?" he said with a voice so booming that it was likely the moon itself shook...until he asked her if she was okay. It was then his voice soften to that of a deep concern for her apparent sickness. He stepped closer again for she stepped away, and he just wanted to be closer to her. He wanted his form to wrap around her and guard her viciously, with fangs exposed in a threat to rip out the throat of anyone who dare look at her. He stepped closer again and again and he wanted to touch her, to make it all better for her. He extends his muzzle to her, not really knowing what she would do...he was willing to take a bite, he always was but he almost craved it, he wanted her to drink his blood and to be one with her and...what the hell was going on?