Blackfeather Woods and late in a star's life -- it begins to explode

it was not in his nature to lust after boys -- but euron sat before him like a crumpet, tantalizing and taunting. iliksis did not mind euron challenged him -- it would be his lesson to learn that the male feared for nothing.

he reciprocated the youth's advances, his tail drooped loosely around his hocks. as if he were relaxed, unthreatened -- and perhaps he was.

"so are you. turn around." he instructed, his voice taking on a soft purl. he envisioned anatha's nubile curves -- the way she bent underneath him like a crippled bird. it was not hard for him to arouse himself this way, and he shifted (or tried) behind euron with catlike steps.

like a snake he drew up close, trailing himself around euron as if constricting him with his presence. should the boy allow, he would gently brush up against him -- and then without warning, would lash forward to pin him and press his throbbing loins against him. he did not seek entry, but would enjoy the sensation of a squirming boy against his belly if he was lucky enough to aim true.