Bubby Time

[AlphaMale]

Flame paces the forests, scenting the confident female and stretching his hands in front of his muscular form, clicking them, body tensed and flexing for the attack to come. The lean male's grin evapourates, sharpening his expression; Would he be able to harm a female? Frowning in irritation, he waited the unknown woman's arrival, a masculine rumble resonating in his chest as he stalked between the trees, the damp earth cushioning his bare feet and soaking the cuffs of his Jeans which hugged his waist neatly. The rain hammered him soothingly and splashed against his tight Black t-shirt which pronounced his broad chest and shoulders. Thick, brown locks fervently clinging to his head, the brute male sighed in impatience, his bloodlust growing.

[bubby]

Was is possible for darkness to deepen? Could the shadows take a life of there own? Oh indeed, it was possible. Those shadows that gathered beneath the rain dampened trees surrounding Flame began to coalesce, working into shape, into form, gathering into an inky pillar. The sound of the rain didn't seem to dull down the sound that began to seep into the forest, whispers, promises, even as the Shadows that were her own to call seeped away from the woman that now stood behind the pacing Flame. A tower of alabaster flesh, a pillar of delicious curves, of sleek muscle, all bound enticingly so in leather. Waves of moon kissed hair fell to the forest floor, rain dripping down the tresses, kissing against milky globes. Alomondesque eyes of blazing white would stare upon Flame, and lips of lush red would curl at the corner for the barest smile to be shared. Her voice, though sultry and low would rip sarcasm like the leaves dripped the rain. “ Such rage in such a male. How delightful..”

[AlphaMale]

Turned slowly at the hypnotic voice, gaze falling on a sight that made the muscles in his body spasm. Deep fathomless eyes met her jewels and his strong jaw clenched violently. His pits of eyes ravaged her curvacious form, responding by glinting in the dim light. Biceps bulging and chest heaving, Flame was engulfed by doubts. They keenly clawed at the caverns of his mind, ripping at any soft flesh to be found and screeching as they went, there demonic voices ringing sadistically in his ears. Closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of the Beauty, he snarled in loathing. Bittersweet, with an aroma made to arouse a man to beast. The strong leather hugging her form made a mockery of Flame's casual demeanour. His beast yearned for blood; the crimson thickness would coat his rough hands and drip fluidly to the earth, returning to peace that was never offered to Flame. Sadistically, the female intriged him and a charming grin reached his features. Tilting her head to admire her supple exterior, the sharp taste of his own desire dancing through the atmosphere wet his tongue and he grunted in appreciation. A crooked smile twisting his lips as he met her almondesque eyes, the tawny, dark male could all but see her soul.
"Rage is a passionate emotion." He commented smoothly, in his own hypnotic tone, slowly beginning to circle the demonic Goddess, eyes fixed on hers. 

[bubby]

Her laughter would sweep through the rain drenched forest, sweet hips cocking to the side as she eased from  studying her long wicked looking nails to gazing at Flame as he circled her. “ Passion? Rage is passionate? How droll...” Indeed she could taste his so called rage on her tongue, and it enticed her. His obvious need for blood to be spilled roused her own desires. Yet unlike him, she stood casual, bringing  a lone nail of razor sharpness to her chest, wear slowly, enticingly, she would tear into her own flesh. A delightful trail of crimson would soon stain her white flesh, blending with the droplets of rain, washing down to disappear against the darkness of the leather halter barely holding bountiful breasts within. And she too would begin to take steps, beginning a slow, sensual circle of her own, booted leggings silent on the forest floor. “ Rage is need. Rage is desire. Rage is the want of battle my lovely male. If it is rage you seek...” her lips so full and lush would curl into a delighted snarl, teeth bared, the smell of her blood surely sweeping through his senses... “ ..then come for me, and stop teasing.”

[AlphaMale]

Flame's eyes followed the scarlett trail addictively, sweeping down her silken alabaster chest to dip between her breasts. Lips twitching in delight, his brows shadowed pits of eyes. Fangs extending in his mouth, the brute male contracted his muscles, a rumble resonating from him and filling the air around them which thrummed and throbbed with electricity. The snarling, hungry, lustful beast within his soul prowled, lunging to take control of his body.
Mmm, he wanted more than battle and blood. Flame wanted this passionate, erotic female squirming beneath him as he sated her elegant bodice. Scraping his tongue across his canine, drawing his own blood onto his tongue. The beast let out a guttural, animalistic sound full of masculinity and violencel; none of which would intimidatethis female. But the metallically sweet taste saturated his tongue, arousing him to the deepest parts of his bones, demanding he have her pinned beneath him, no longer desiring his death, but his body... and perhaps his blood. No doubt, her blood would be sweet, thick and erotic, dancing with his senses in a deadly dance of naked bliss.
"So eager." He chuckled, tsk-ing under his breath. "Shall we skip the foreplay Beauty?" He murmured seductively, tilting his head with  crooked smile, wet locks falling around his eyes. Stopping suddenly, Flame hissed in his breath deliberately in appreciation of the woman's body, his eyes darting from her sizable breasts to her bountiful curves and cocked hip. Slowly approaching her with a deadly lope, he knew she would not retreat, his pedator's stance no threat to her confidence. Even his beast growled in satisfaction at the idea of her dominating him in a fight; Flame would not go easily. Silence filled the forests with electricty as he stopped mere inches from the female's luxious flesh. In all honesty, Flame had no real resentment for the female.
Yet he wanted her blood melding with his on Flame's tongue.
"Mmm" He murmured, tilting his head to expose his throat to her, gouging her reaction. Licking his lips in anticipation, a grin curving his lips and exposing his teeth; No, he would not submit to her whims... but they would play.