Blackbeak Bluff dreams of gods and monsters

Their touch was electrifying. Her own desires pulsating through the air. His mind and body intoxicated with the eagerness for something more. Her small figure against his, swallowing every inch of the woman he coveted gave him a carnal pleasure, a satisfaction of sorts that most of his kind seemed to enjoy as well. The fact she wasn't as delicate as her structure would fail to illustrate only fed that desire, she was untameable and strong a challenge he so blissfully feared and enjoyed.

Mildly protesting Tundra pulling away by trying to pull her back in with his chin, lasting but a split second until he pulled back enough to give her the space she needed. That single eye finding its home in her own dark pools, finding serenity there. Hm. With a slow nod, he confirms her question of his own. Having nothing really new to say and not wanting to take any kind of spotlight for the moment. Completely lost and drowning in his own lustful thoughts, he was indeed a man with a simple mind. 

Beside himself, as she finally uttered the words he oh so wished for. He couldn't even be certain how to act right now other than offering a smile on the side that could, even as she corrected herself, his expression didn't change or falter. It was far better than flat out rejection. Was he perhaps beginning to hope for too much now for them? Would this crash and burn in disaster as it did before? I'm a patient man. He drawls lightly in a smooth, buttery tone, welcoming her leaning into him again - a feeling Rosencrantz could easily get accustomed to.