Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

:| sorry love. i got home and promptly fell asleep for several hours

in his virginity and inexperience he may have quite resembled an elephant seal shlepping onto an undersized boulder for its daily haul out. naturally, Nyx's reception of him was lukewarm and he flinched away from the flourish of fangs cast at him, still and all persistent to bestride her athletic waist—instinct holstered him with the courage of conviction as she complained and blustered, her bladed hackles brushing against his breast. his lips curled away from his teeth but he did not demonstrate intent, stabilizing himself with tilting shifts of his hips and then sought to brace her beneath his weight by resting his chin between the gap of her ears.

her keening and arching against his flank caused a rather turgid awakening of things—their eyes met and the translation was done, his intuition listened. he flexed himself against her in response, hindlegs pedaling excitedly as venereal insistence flowered into its most favorable outcome; they joined together in flesh and he felt the vessel of her take him in length. warmth like a basaltic lava flow welled into his belly and rolled out to his toes. his mind could think no further, willing him only to press rutilant brushstrokes deeper against the canvas of her.