[ Though Marazhai has the same dark tastes as all his kin where he’d find a thrill in someone shrinking away from him, it’s much more alluring to him personally when they hold steadfast. It’s what had drawn him to the Rogue Trader, and it’s a facet that’s not quite as rare in other species as he’d assumed, if the residents here are anything to go by. So, his attention on her mouth, how her tongue flicks out teasingly.
It's the delightful, near dangerous tension between them. Both of them are strong, even if it presents in different ways. He has no doubts that she could get him to heel if he stepped over a line, but… Finding out where that line might be is part of the fun.
So, the question is what breaks that tension. With a sharp, almost harsh laugh, he closes that last little distance between them as he leans down to her neck. His action feels set, but he still savors the smell of her skin briefly, for it feels just as sweet as fear might brush against his mind. ]
Need you ask?
[ That low, rumbling voice is in her ear, but only briefly. When he finds a spot that feels especially soft (a mating gland, perhaps? He wouldn’t know it for what it is), he bites. It’s not a deep bite, but it’s possessive. He draws a hand away from her waist, but it’s only so that he can hurriedly start to pull at simple fastenings of his pants. The hunters might be clothed, but barely. ]
I’ll not let anyone else have you. You’re my quarry alone.
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It's the delightful, near dangerous tension between them. Both of them are strong, even if it presents in different ways. He has no doubts that she could get him to heel if he stepped over a line, but… Finding out where that line might be is part of the fun.
So, the question is what breaks that tension. With a sharp, almost harsh laugh, he closes that last little distance between them as he leans down to her neck. His action feels set, but he still savors the smell of her skin briefly, for it feels just as sweet as fear might brush against his mind. ]
Need you ask?
[ That low, rumbling voice is in her ear, but only briefly. When he finds a spot that feels especially soft (a mating gland, perhaps? He wouldn’t know it for what it is), he bites. It’s not a deep bite, but it’s possessive. He draws a hand away from her waist, but it’s only so that he can hurriedly start to pull at simple fastenings of his pants. The hunters might be clothed, but barely. ]
I’ll not let anyone else have you. You’re my quarry alone.