Noctisardor Bypass [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies

He did not at once reach out for her fine waist with his forelimbs, did not grip her nape with his fangs, did not fold her snugly into his embrace. Instead, much to her initial disappointment, Shadow took a long stride backward and ducked his muzzle beneath her plush tail, where with a flick of his warm tongue he sent electricity throughout every nerve in her body. Paarthurnax sucked in a breath as he braved this act once more, and she squirmed in her place as at last her partner stepped closer until his chest was flush against her rump, and he was on his rear limbs and gripping her by the abdomen and tugging her onto him with a strong jerk of his hips.

She accepted him with a low moan of his name, bracing herself for another thrust that did not come. Shadow's words hung in the site for several long moments, unanswered, as Paarthurnax struggled to remain in control of her ragged breaths. "Make love to me, Praetor" she mustered, something akin to begging in her soft tone.