Dragoncrest Cliffs & all of the ghouls come out to play (mtr.)

Damned if she wasn't enchanting. He found himself holding his breath as she spoke, the cave coming to life around them. He saw the sparkles in her eyes, the moonbeams bouncing off her pelt. It was only when he noticed the tears on the verge of spilling that he let out a shuddering breath, his heartbeat hammering in his chest.

Had he hands, he would have cupped her chin in them, turned her back to him and kissed her deeply. As it was, he was not blessed with opposable thumbs, nor palms with which to caress her face. He was a brute, an animal, and knew it. But he could be gentle.

Did he want to be gentle? Yes. . .for now. While she was vulnerable. He wouldn't burst down her walls, now; he'd take them down, brick by brick, while whispering in her ear--

Me too, he said gently. With a whine, he dipped his head and pressed his muzzle into her throat, under her chin. She could have him down in an instant; his body softened with submission. And for once, he didn't know whether he was just playing a game or whether he truly, honestly meant to submit to her.

At least for now.