02-09-2017, 01:00 AM
Watching his slightest movements she expects more then what she gets. His large frame slides up close beside hers. The warmth of their separate bodies colliding. His scent radiating off him and intertining with hers. Nostrils flared as she breathed him in deeply just before he lands a nip to her flank. She snakes her teeth to his hock before he is out of reach. He side steps quickly but she doesn't give so easily. Twisting to face him head on they are at a stand off. His words coax a demonic snicker from her. Lunch huh... The temptress steps forward meeting neck to neck. Soft velvet reaches for his flesh and barely make contact as she grazes over his toned nape. Soft words whispered into him, "Who says you're not lunch?" She halts movement but not position as grin twists her features. Waiting...
Karaugh
illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore
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Take a bite
If you dare