Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

Wnna finish up?

His teeth were at her neck, gathering the loose hide of her peppered nape between his jaws and pulling her head back. Nyx' lips pulled back briefly to reveal her blackened gums to rumble her initial distaste, though her fangs were promptly sheathed with the heightened sensation that she gesture brought. The growl softened to something of a purr and she closed her eyes to focus on the new prickling that began to bloom at the pit of her belly.

Lycaon did not tire, and every sway of his strong hips was more urgent than those before. There was urgency in his movements and as he released his grip upon her to deliver heated kisses behind her feathered lobes. She huffed a satisfied breath, not expecting the sparks of electricity to course through to the tips of her guard hairs, and felt herself slacken in his grasp - like putty in his paws.

With his release came her own, and Nyx found herself whimpering and trembling with a desire for more despite her energy having been spent.