[ Threat? Promise? Why not both? She'd follow through--but it turns out that's hard to do when first she's kissing him and then moaning as he starts to finger. A shudder ripples down her spine as he talks dirty to her, and before she knows it, he's managed to flip her over--and the little shriek in the back of her throat transforms into a mewl as he starts licking her. ]

Hak!

[ Her hips rise to meet his tongue, soft and warm and probing just the right places. Through hooded eyes she can just barely make out that he's touching himself as he does so. Her body throbs at the sight and sound of him--she really is as remarkably wet as he claims, body going into over-time with eagerness. How, though? Shouldn't it be obvious that ]

I want you. Hak, I want you so much.

[ Up until now her heels have been digging into the mattress as he gets his fill of her, but now she moves them, attempting to wrap her ankles around his broad, hunched back. With her left hand she reaches down, fumbling past her skirt's edge until she finds her grasping fingertips find the short, dark hair she's been seeking and then twists around it--tight, pulling on him, hard. She might be beneath him right now, but-- ]

You're mine. To use. Don't you dare die before you fuck me.

[ Or at all frankly. ]