Blackfoot Forest starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

Still, she denies him the pleasure of seeing her break. It aggravates him, but he swallows the irritation that seems to rise in his throat, for it is clear that she is playing his strings as much as he is playing hers. Perhaps he should know by now that gaining her silent obedience is not something he should expect, but what truly catches him off guard is the feeling of her tongue drawing down the side of his mouth and the subsequent feeling of heat stir in his hind quarters. Not that he lets his moment of brief shock show, of course. The fleeting moment passes quickly and no sooner does he return with a rebuttal of his own, unable to let her believe that she was completely free of his will. False hope was a cruel joke, after all. “All in good time my dear.” He flashes her a toothy grin before his canines seek the soft of her neck. Carefully they graze the skin - it is a power move, clearly - but the action is awfully tender by Vaati standards. It doesn’t last long, however, before he moves to sling a foreleg over her back with clear intent. He isn't in the business of forcing himself upon unwilling women - his own mother’s past trauma had assured him of that - but he could not deny that he yearned for her in a way that was unbearingly fierce. Whether is was born out of lust or hatred was another matter entirely, but the undeniable fact remained that he could not walk away from the encounter without having attempted to either kill her or fuck her, to put it quite frankly.