An amused purr lingers in the silver-haired woman’s throat at the male’s suave response. The brush of his whiskered lips along her mahogany neck sends a shiver of excitement coursing through her veins, heating her blood far more easily than any hot desert sun. Small, fluted ears tip back towards him, savoring the feel of his hot breath against her ears as he whispers those salacious words. ’...I intend to make her suffer…’

If Nyimara could ever have melted beneath another’s touch, it would be now. Mattheo had rather effortlessly and effectively pressed into that sweet, erogenous spot in her mind and left her reeling with possibilities. Ravenously, the seductress leans into his touch, savoring the feel of the male’s whiskered lips against her heated flesh. Hungry for more. Pale lashes flutter over near-black eyes as her sleek, serpentine arches, allowing the mare to angle her finely chiseled muzzle to reach for him. Blunt, yellowing teeth rake over his smoke colored shoulder. Paper-thin nostrils flare as a deviously coy smile slides easily across her ash-dusted features.

’... what say you to helping one another?...’ the warble of his voice is thick with meaning and draws a coquettish rumble from deep within her breast. Unusually long alabaster tail lifts, fanning across her sultry hips as the Desert Queen tilts her crown up to meet those sapphire eyes filled with the same ambition that burns deep within her own depths. ”I would say…. Dear Mattheo….” she begins, the tantalizing murmur of her voice like honey. ”That I believe this to be the start of quite the beautiful relationship.” she finishes, pausing a moment to force herself to take a step back, if only to clear her mind of the growing reels of suggestive dialog that she is sure would follow if she did not put at least a little distance between them. ”With you at my side…. Her lies will be revealed for all the islands to see.” she coos, the grin widening as she tilts her chisled features towards him, ”That is… if you want it.”

An offer and a crown all wrapped up in one neat little package. Surely with Mattheo as her partner, Marceline will quickly and finally crumble and fall.

Long Live the QUEEN.