Syris, the usually composed beast, was currently devouring Roxy's mouth with feral hunger, like he hadn't eaten for days, practically, he hasn't.
And instead of looking for food, Syris was trying to eat Roxy.
His lips were cool, but his mouth was hot, a dizzying contrast that sent shivers racing down Roxy's spine.
"Sy... wait..." Roxy gasped, trying to pull back for air, but his grip was strong on her skin.
He didn't let her go. He simply chased her, tilting her head back further, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to claim every corner of her.
Something slithered up her leg.
It wasn't a hand. It was thick, muscular, and incredibly dexterous. His emerald tail, now glistening with new, vibrant scales after his molt, wound its way up beneath the layers of her skirt. It felt like a living rope, cool and smooth against her heated skin.
The tip of the tail found the delicate hem of her dress and pulled. Hard.
The sound of a seam popping echoed in the quiet hallway.
