FOX
If the serenade of her pleasure and the way she tightens around him aren't enough, gods but Fox doesn't expect her sudden request to turn him on as much as it does. Something feral lives in his bones now, it's true, but he can keep it contained the majority of the time; apart, it seems, from situations like this one.
Almost groaning his acquiescence against her neck, the hunter's fingers slide towards her outer thigh, pressing and gripping in a way sure to leave the ghost of his hand in its wake come morning. At the same time, the kiss against her throat becomes all that more permanent, bringing blood to the surface with the pressure of his lips, marking her for several more nights to come.
And fuck, he can't get enough of having her, the snap of his hips growing reckless with the promise of further pleasure he feels clawing at the base of his spine.
Almost groaning his acquiescence against her neck, the hunter's fingers slide towards her outer thigh, pressing and gripping in a way sure to leave the ghost of his hand in its wake come morning. At the same time, the kiss against her throat becomes all that more permanent, bringing blood to the surface with the pressure of his lips, marking her for several more nights to come.
And fuck, he can't get enough of having her, the snap of his hips growing reckless with the promise of further pleasure he feels clawing at the base of his spine.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.