Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

She said no words, but Leonidas did not mind a quiet woman. In fact, he preferred it. The way she allowed him to impose himself on her, the way she presented him with an offering of loyalty and appreciation, it was too delicious. A taught smile grew as a pleased growl billowed from slightly parted lips, sending a short-lived fog into the sky. 

Gently, as to not scratch or tarnish this prize, Leonidas plucked the tusk from between them, his eyes never leaving hers. This is mine. You are mine. Salmon pink tongue nimbly dragged itself against the blood that was now caked on the tusk, back and forth. It tasted so rich, and he wanted more. 

To the side the tusk was placed, moved even further from his path as a paw haphazardly brushed it away. Positioned high was his tail and crown, the golden-backed warrior strutting a short distance to his betrothed. And as such, he would learn to be gentle with this woman. Lowering his muzzle to the height of her own, his lips held no smirk nor did his eyes twinkle in a devious manner. He looked at her with unadulterated desire. The Roman took a chance to toy with the viper, wanting to lick the blood clean from her face.