The subtle buzzing of insects overhead does little to disturb the intense situation that envelops the two horses now. Depthless multifaceted eyes of emerald green transfix upon the dark amber hues of the midnight painted woman that stood before him. There is suspicion there, a faint twinkling of curiosity that covered over in the form of intrigue and fascination. Titania, much like his painted viper, was cunning, her mind working quick within the recesses of her brain. The similarities were uncanny save for the simple matter that Monster had been his from the beginning. However unlike his beautiful viper queen, this mare of starlight hues remains stoic even in the face of his opposing figure. She does not squeal and turn her heels to meet his broad form. She does not bend her elegantly arched neck to snap with deadly precision at the supple chocolate flesh of his skin. No. Instead she stands there with calculated ease, her brows raised and a haughty gleam in her eyes. Her words are quiet as she presses her lips into the taunt muscles of his neck. Her slender blue black frame melding easily against his own with each rise and fall of her breast. Careful....careful. reminds the wolf as Rougaru relaxes into the warmth of her probing touch.

She reminds him of Himena, the pale mare of moonlight who flaunted her own sultry figure to taunt the beast to the surface. Titania flips her long ebony tail, the audible snap resonating between them. The sting of her tail a welcome reprieve to the boiling heat in his loins. The way she gazed at him, the slow bat of her dark lashes, it was enticing. A game he never tired of.

And yet in the next moment, she changes. Whiskered lips peel back to reveal yellow stained teeth as her tone drops and the words resemble more mockery than flattery. Depthless emerald green eyes flash as he tilts his head towards her own as she tugs a tangled mass of his silver white mane through her teeth. Nostrils flare as the large stallion inhales a deep breath of her estrus flavored scent. Temptation.

A throaty growl resonates deep within his chest cavity as the gray beast lunges forward. "Playing with fire will get you burned." he hisses, his words heated as thick neck stretches possessively towards hers.

Mares. It seemed as though the creatures of the fairer sex were always teetering on the edge of fragile contentment and some other wild emotion varying from joy to rage and anything in between. The beast had seen his fair share of encounters with women, played their little game and won their hearts with silken smooth lies and empty promises a time or two in order to get them to consent to the one thing he had been after. Many of them were easy to manipulate, although perhaps that was simply because he was deceitful enough to take on the persona that they so craved in a stallion. It was as easy to learn the weaknesses of many mares' hearts as it was reading the skies to determine the weather of the day. Most that he had had the... pleasure of happening upon always seemed to be daydreaming of a knight in shining armor to sweep them away into some foolish happily ever after where all that existed were rainbows and butterflies. Pathetic as it was, the wolf found those empty promises ultimately leading quickly to consent to be great amusement and an outlet for his physical lust as well as desire to break the hearts and spirits of the unbreakable. He would promise them safety from the demons in the shadows, promise them endless love and loyalty, and before he even needed to act further, they would be looking up at him with star filled eyes and love. He would take them beneath him and they would take on a lover's embrace under the light of the setting sun, and when morning would come, they would find him long since gone from their side and find themselves locked deep into the recesses of his jungle home, hidden away from the prying eyes of intruders like a child stashing away precious toys. That was how he had gotten Calypso and Vasilissa and how he had started to approach Zjeena until the ice queen managed to work her own magic upon his hardened soul.

However Titania was proving to be like Vanya and the spirited mares that drew his gaze. Sure the beautiful color of her coat and the elegant movement of her lithe body caused the blood in his veins to boil with hunger. However unlike those young fillies that were so easily manipulated, Titania met his hungry gaze with fearless composure.

She speaks again, her thick whipcord lashing against his flank with a stinging bite. Her words are thick, heavy with meaning and Rougaru finds himself unable to withstand the hungry lust. "Ah but it is much more pleasurable when you take what you want." he murmurs, his lips parting to allow blunt teeth to nip at the tender flesh of her spine where the wisps of her dark mane tumble heavily over her withers.

Without further encouragement he lifts himself across her back, his thickly feathered forelegs gripping her slender barrel beneath him. A guttural growl rumbles from his lungs now as the beast takes control, its lustful hunger releasing within her pliable body. A light layer of sweat darkens his chocolate skin as the beast takes his pleasure, releasing his essence into her fertile womb and resting easily upon her back for a moment in the wake.

A smug grin spreads across his lips as slowly he dismounts from her back, his blunt teeth raking down her spine with slow satisfaction. "Do you doubt my strength now little dove?" he murmurs, moving once more to her side, his breath exhaling softly against her own skin as whiskered lips tug lightly at a straying strand of her dark mane.