[Leona doesn't take Cater into his mouth like one would normally, not even in imitation of a pin-up gal sicking a popsicle, no— his fanged smile remains partly open, the heat of Leona's breath and his growly laughter surrounding Cater's cock. with his tongue well extended against the underside, it allows him to focus less on the up-and down motion and more on the pressure between the tongue and the roof of his mouth, the head of Cater's cock fitting so perfectly just past the soft palette.
with his fangs framing Cater's shaft, highlighting just how biteable he could be, and those usually-slit-like pupils so dilated, Leona really must look like a beast. the claws that press into Cater's hips don't help to change that image. perhaps he isn't aiming to.
if Cater is his prey then Leona should get to dangle Cater over the edge, to let himself get the most out of his meal. victory is so much sweeter when his opponent writhes. he should know that he is always at a lion's mercy— should recognize Leona's power.]
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with his fangs framing Cater's shaft, highlighting just how biteable he could be, and those usually-slit-like pupils so dilated, Leona really must look like a beast. the claws that press into Cater's hips don't help to change that image. perhaps he isn't aiming to.
if Cater is his prey then Leona should get to dangle Cater over the edge, to let himself get the most out of his meal. victory is so much sweeter when his opponent writhes. he should know that he is always at a lion's mercy— should recognize Leona's power.]