Moonspear [m] doppelgangland

She sidled closer to him—his name falling from her tongue in a way that raptly gained his full attention. Despite her words, the touch she gave was innocent enough—pressed against one another in a way that could be witnessed by another as friendly. It was the thaw of his icy gaze that spoke more, perhaps, when she placed her desires before him—and the basilisk took his strike only in a way that spoke of how he would try to enrapture his prey in the moment—his muzzle sweeping down, his nose moving to her throat as he planted a kiss to her collarbone.

“To share with me what, Sialuk?” His tone a soft rumble—the intimacy of her den drawing him in, much like the scent of the pale raindrop. “Yourself?” A testing kiss placed further along her throat—his voice turning to a rumble of contentment at her offering to him.