Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

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The only threat to me is tyranny, his tongue a pink blaze as it flicks from between his lips. She tries to prey upon his masculinity; his hunger. But all he thinks when he looks upon her is his brother that had once been in his place.
A fiery thing, this one. Crispinus must have had his hands full.
A paw breaks out from the water and brushes beneath her chin, claws pressed into her pulsepoint, knotted in russet fur. He was a fragile man, Crispinus. Simple. But you do not know me, domina. his devotion lies with order, prosperity — power, perhaps, in some ways.
Breath is drawn from deep within his chest; his throat rattles with a shaky growl. Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you think is going to get you your way?