table © Alaine
ooc: lawl
If he was expecting some rebuke from the action of laying his hands against her, Caillen was surprised; the beautiful lady seemed not to care, not even to notice, merely to encourage with her response. Instead, her coaxing touches drew him closer, tighter, till their bodies were crackling with the contact, his blood surging warm where flesh touched flesh. This was unlike anything he had ever known, anything he had ever experienced, but it was just as terrifying as it was additively pleasurable.
Her tongue rasped across the sensitive skin of that hollow in his collar, and the youth tensed, a soft moan spilling from his maw and turned ever closer to a canine whine, his fingers tightening their grip on her hips, inching back across to her lower back, pulling her a little closer for more of that delicious contact. Her whisper tickled at his skin, her breath hot as she spoke.
" Mmmnnhh..." His voice sounded slightly strangled, his tongue swiping anxiously at his chops before continuing obediently, "Yesss, lady..."
His words were cut off by another whimper as her fingers, previously teasing the lean muscles of his back, now revealed their sharp claws. The mixture of pleasure and slight pain made him breathless, his taller frame twitching slightly, those sky-blue eyes glassy. Thoroughly aroused, the youth became aware of the delicious sensation of her moving against his front, and he swallowed again, only just resisting the urge to pant.
" Lady, please... P-p-please..." What was he pleading for? Caillen had no idea, but the strange urges within him were getting more and more demanding, and he desperately needed more...
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