Gods, how she reminded him so immediately of his old flame. Enderly blinks up at her, caught somewhere between memories and reality. The way she laughs is seductive. It is clear that he has pleased her - Enderly does have a way of lavishing beautiful prose upon lovely creatures. It cannot be denied that Eris is a gorgeous specimen. Her vibrant eyes are fetching against the backdrop of pale fur and the dark mark across her lips. What would it taste to nibble on that mark? But then images are flashing in his mind, of him pushing down on her body and his jaws claiming her neck and straining against him. It is a flash that heats up the silver in his eyes until they are molten and he is once more in the real world. He hardly know Eris and yet, in this moment, he desires her.
"But it is not flattery, goddess, if you are not a mortal woman. I cannot see that beauty such as yours would have any mortal perishing date," he replies smoothly, his eyes slipping away from hers to rake down over her body as she moves to stand, puffing herself up. Indeed Eris stands as a Queen would. A goddess too, ranking so high above the mortals below. Enderly never aspired to become a King but the idea tantalizes his mind. To have her in his Kingdom. As she stands his tongue flicks out of his mouth to lick his lips, anticipation clear on his face.
She leaps down with poise and dignity before walking towards him. How seductive she is in her movements. Black to white, the images in his mind flicker, and his hackles remain raised even as she moves close to him. Rubs her tail on him. Leaves her scent on him. If she did not speak when she did Enderly was almost overcome with passion - he would have launched out and knocked her down, held her down, had his way with her. Sated the desire within his body. But no, she speaks, and he is able to control that demon inside of him.
Instead Enderly lets his maw drift close to hers so that all he can smell is Eris and all she can smell is him. All they can see is each other. "Am I not the first among many to bow to you? Am I not the first to sing your praises, oh fair goddess? Is it too much to ask that such a divine creature can offer just a taste of the sweet nectar you contain?" The words are whispered, his own seductive game, his eyes hooded and his breath spilling over her. "You may call me Enderly, high one."