The room's atmosphere is dim, the only source of light being the pair of moons outside.
In the dark his pupils are dilated, lovely lips parted to let out a quiet moan as his partner nibbles the tip of his ear. Her fangs are long, razor sharp. He's seen her tear into the roughest of hides easily, slay beasts with her bare hands. The Disciple is a rare creature, a she-beast untamed by society, wild and dangerous and beautiful. Pity and hate were two things, but the attraction he felt toward her was something different, something few of his race would ever feel...
The Signless kisses her neck tenderly and she allows him, trusting of his every move. He runs his hands down her curvaceous sides, loving the feel of her muscular predator's body, and she purrs softly.
He feels a different pair of hands settle on his hips from behind and chuckles softly. "I knew you'd decide to join," he murmurs, pressing back against his other friend teasingly.
A quiet scoff- you could practically hear the Psiionic roll his heterochromatic eyes- and the yellowblood ran the tip of his forked tongue over Signless's pointed ear roughly. "And I knew you two would miss me."
A soft crackle of psionic energy settled over them both for a moment, pinging all the right nerves and making the Disciple mew with delight. She leans over the Signless's shoulder, biting the Psiioniic's lower lip just enough to draw blood, and gives him a playful, feral grin.
"Purrfect timing, Psii," she whispers sensually. "We were just getting to the best part."
