"Let go."

You accentuate with a stiff kick to his muzzle with your booted foot.

"You think I would bend to your will from something like lust, monster? We're not as weak as you think." Your talk oozes confidence but your knees are weak like a deer and you can feel your pussy aching with need.

Your footing falters for a second before you straighten up your womanly figure narrowing your eyes in a glare.

He laughs boisterously deep in his throat rubbing his bruised face the well meaning cut still deeply etched into his face. "You have guts warm-blood. I dare say that you are a nicer catch then my target." His tounge flicks at the air as our well-meaning gazes meet.

You flick back your hair as you make a beeline for the door and he scoops his scaled arm around your waist.

You scratch at the cut on his face and he licks his long tounge down the base of your neck, spreading the aphrodisiac. You squeak in response.

"I don't care how many women you've had. Let me go or I swear I'll kill you."

"I've never met a women as hot headed as you. It looks good you warm-blood, I hope your brood is just as feisty." He bites down on your neck and you let out a long moan. He teases the bite with his forked tounge. You hiss in pain as you feel the saliva effect your system again demanding your submission, but it just made you all the more determined.