Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

The whine sent a strange thrill through her-- it was, in her eyes, admission of her power over him. And for the first time she knew what desire was in this context. It was not for him, not for his appearance or any talent of his or even his pliable nature-- Tine had eyes only for the ease with which she was able to dominate their interactions.

She returned his whine, a bit breathy, as he began to lick and nip her neck. Tine herself became a bit more mouthy, tail swishing behind her, and the urge to sink her teeth fully into him flashed through her. It was not an unwelcome thought, at first; she imagined the coppery red she would taste, the pain she would cause him, and another thrill went through her-- stronger, this time. For a moment her teeth rested a little more forcefully on his flesh, but she pulled herself away and resumed as if nothing had happened. What disturbed her more than anything was that she was not very bothered by this discovery about herself.