LONGCLAW
-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-
There’s nothing about her naivety that isn’t charming. Longclaw relishes in every touch that’s returned with equal gusto, goes as far as contemplating which areas would be best to begin with (Perhaps the scarred jut of her breast, milk-white and inviting - or maybe the shadowy curve of her belly; he doubts she’s been teased there before, if ever) and then wipes all thoughts clean with pure surprise as she trails his skin with her lips.
The shiver of heavy need courses beneath his skin. She’s getting good at this, and quickly. “Krigare was a fool to leave this one alone,” He thinks, inclining his skull to grasp every whispered breath she expels against his waiting ear. It’s in this moment he resolves not to let such a creature go to absolute waste. “Ohhh Zephyr,” He smirks in response, ducking his own head beneath hers to rake the fine points of his fangs softly over her chest.
“Making you feel wanted is only the first step.” The brute chuckles, pulling apart from her to shift their direction away from the shoreline. To their right, the waiting darkness of his shared island home is inviting them in, begging to envelop the two in secrecy and shadows among the jungle-like forest. It’s here that Longclaw strikes out for, pausing briefly to look back and wonder if she’ll follow.
“Come with me, Zephyr.” He murmurs out to her, the wild flash of his evergreen eyes nearly glowing in the starlit night. “Not because I ask, because you want to.”
@[Zephyr]
![[Image: sScEgld.png]](http://i.imgur.com/sScEgld.png)