Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

Fading here, unless you want one more reply?

His eyes followed the dragoness – burning embers that radiated their intent. His steps were confident, but slow, not willing to rush her. She finally accepted his presence, her eyes and voice lilting their teasing nature as she trailed along the length of his swarthy form, withdrawing a low rumble of approval from the Regal.
 
He nosed along her spine as she moved along him, his nose flaring as he neared her hips now, his ears cupped forward with his interest. His jaws nibbled along her hips, settling to the base of her tail where he would offer a much rougher nip – one of possession.
 
When she was certain, he would pull her to him, his forelimbs wrapping around her to grip her closer to him. The union only sealed his belief that she was his now, and their courting had taken a point of no return. Hours would pass, and he would work to ensure she would carry a mixture of their blood – the lineage of Mayfair and Frostfur, and a pinnacle to the growth of Ravensblood Forest.