Do something.
Zoryn
He watches as his words sink in and take root within her, blossoming a deep pain and anguish that is bare for him to see in her eyes. Tingles of pleasure spread within him at the sight, having little to do with the act of touching her. Though, when he feels her muscles ticking under his lips, it takes very much for him to stifle a dark laugh. It pleases him, and he rewards her with his bite. He'd remained where he stood, expecting her to react and hoping she would lash out. Instead, the pretty thing darts out to the side and turns those pain-filled eyes at him.
This time, he does not stop the slow smile tugging the edges of his lips back as she tells him not to touch her. He does not miss that reservation in her stare, the boldness to stand and face him rather than flee. "Mm, so there is some feist in you." He croons, voice deep and rough. There is a flash of teeth in his twisted grin as he turns to her and oh-so-slowly takes a step and then two toward her. His amethyst-flecked eyes dance daringly at her as he comes to place his muzzle very closely to her ear, provided she lets him get to that proximity. "Or what, lil doll?" He all but whispers, daring, letting his whiskers graze her ear and the side near her temple.
He pulls away enough to stare into her eyes once more, letting her see what lays just below the surface as he measures what he sees in her in turn. The beast inside him purrs at the closeness. So much potential. His gaze slowly slides from hers, creeping along the curve of her neck and shoulder, taking a peek at what he thought he'd heard a moment ago. A sound like chimes softly tinkling in a warm spring breeze. His heart skips a small beat as he eyes the metallic sharp edges of the wings she wears now, and suddenly his blood courses with another level of anticipation. He imagines just how easy it would be for her to fling one out and slash across his side. How it would sing through his flesh and send blood dripping from the wound. He hums at the thought, so eager for it that for a moment he closes his eyes and lets them roll back. The beast snarls and roars, pacing again, spit dripping from its lips.
Eyes snapping open, he breathes in sharply and turns attention back to her. A muscle in his shoulder twitches, and his ears mildly flick back. He moves in close, muzzle reaching to slide across that mahogany pelt at her shoulder, nearing the top of one lovely wing. "How much do you miss him, sweet lil doll?" His eyes dance, his words delving. He is moving then, past her to her rear and then around. "Does it keep you up at night?" At her hind end, his mouth waters for a taste, but he fights it, nosing her tail and then continuing around to her other side. Pressing. How many buttons could he push on his new toy. "Do you dream of him by your side? Touching you, tasting you? Only to wake alone." He puts weight into the word 'alone', seeking to drive his words like knives deep into her brain.
He stops moving when he is beside her, watchful and expectant. "Does your mind spin fairytales of him running back to you? Leaving his love and child behind in favor of you" He bristles at his own words, contemplating the possible truth lying deep behind them. The beast snarls, growing ever impatient. His heart races, like hers, but in anticipation and pleasure. He is moving again, circling once more. "Did you think you were so special?" It grows in him. The anger, the need. Images flash, of her and him wrapped so tightly and passionately together.
His shoulders twitch and roll as he comes to her rear once more, this time unable to keep himself from rapidly snaking his neck out to snap at the tender flesh of a cheek where her wings do not cover. If successful, he would get a mouthful of her, pressing down enough to surely hurt, the potential to break the skin. When he pulls away, and it would be quick, he steps out and angles himself at her right flank to avoid a kick to the ribs (but not in a way to avoid a kick at all). He hesitates a moment before setting into motion again, coming up beside her and darting out to snatch at her shoulder. So pretty, but her blood would match her hair, her muzzle, her legs. "Do you think he will save you now?"
Come, doll, and join me in this vicious dance.
This time, he does not stop the slow smile tugging the edges of his lips back as she tells him not to touch her. He does not miss that reservation in her stare, the boldness to stand and face him rather than flee. "Mm, so there is some feist in you." He croons, voice deep and rough. There is a flash of teeth in his twisted grin as he turns to her and oh-so-slowly takes a step and then two toward her. His amethyst-flecked eyes dance daringly at her as he comes to place his muzzle very closely to her ear, provided she lets him get to that proximity. "Or what, lil doll?" He all but whispers, daring, letting his whiskers graze her ear and the side near her temple.
He pulls away enough to stare into her eyes once more, letting her see what lays just below the surface as he measures what he sees in her in turn. The beast inside him purrs at the closeness. So much potential. His gaze slowly slides from hers, creeping along the curve of her neck and shoulder, taking a peek at what he thought he'd heard a moment ago. A sound like chimes softly tinkling in a warm spring breeze. His heart skips a small beat as he eyes the metallic sharp edges of the wings she wears now, and suddenly his blood courses with another level of anticipation. He imagines just how easy it would be for her to fling one out and slash across his side. How it would sing through his flesh and send blood dripping from the wound. He hums at the thought, so eager for it that for a moment he closes his eyes and lets them roll back. The beast snarls and roars, pacing again, spit dripping from its lips.
Eyes snapping open, he breathes in sharply and turns attention back to her. A muscle in his shoulder twitches, and his ears mildly flick back. He moves in close, muzzle reaching to slide across that mahogany pelt at her shoulder, nearing the top of one lovely wing. "How much do you miss him, sweet lil doll?" His eyes dance, his words delving. He is moving then, past her to her rear and then around. "Does it keep you up at night?" At her hind end, his mouth waters for a taste, but he fights it, nosing her tail and then continuing around to her other side. Pressing. How many buttons could he push on his new toy. "Do you dream of him by your side? Touching you, tasting you? Only to wake alone." He puts weight into the word 'alone', seeking to drive his words like knives deep into her brain.
He stops moving when he is beside her, watchful and expectant. "Does your mind spin fairytales of him running back to you? Leaving his love and child behind in favor of you" He bristles at his own words, contemplating the possible truth lying deep behind them. The beast snarls, growing ever impatient. His heart races, like hers, but in anticipation and pleasure. He is moving again, circling once more. "Did you think you were so special?" It grows in him. The anger, the need. Images flash, of her and him wrapped so tightly and passionately together.
His shoulders twitch and roll as he comes to her rear once more, this time unable to keep himself from rapidly snaking his neck out to snap at the tender flesh of a cheek where her wings do not cover. If successful, he would get a mouthful of her, pressing down enough to surely hurt, the potential to break the skin. When he pulls away, and it would be quick, he steps out and angles himself at her right flank to avoid a kick to the ribs (but not in a way to avoid a kick at all). He hesitates a moment before setting into motion again, coming up beside her and darting out to snatch at her shoulder. So pretty, but her blood would match her hair, her muzzle, her legs. "Do you think he will save you now?"
Come, doll, and join me in this vicious dance.
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