[ For Dyson ] raise your words not your voice

[st_oriedqueen]

In the room in the conference center they'd appropriated to work on Bo's Dawning, Regina stood staring at the wooden arch. Venom all but dripped from her non-existent fangs, and her hands curled at her sides like claws. She ran the transform spell through her mind again, cast it, and watched the sickly green energy pop and crackle around the top curve. It spread as far as the supports and then just plain fizzled out.

No point looking for anyone to test it. It hadn't taken.

"Grrr-argh!" Snarling like a beast, she spun away. Fire leaped to the fingertips of both hands, and with another loud snarl, she flung twin fireballs the length of the conference hall. They hit, and caught, encasing the far wall in a sheet of vicious flame--

That burned angrily for thirty seconds before the fireproofing that Sam and Molly had rigged after the third time she almost torched the entire building put it out.

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[st_arknaked]

He found her center with his fingers as his mouth covered hers, stroking and teasing, making sure she was ready before he entered her in one smooth stroke.

[st_oriedqueen]

Her breasts lifted into him, back arching with pleasure, for the stroke of his fingers, but when he took her, she let out a sound like...well, like a wolf howl.

"Dyson," she whispered to him breathlessly after. The sensations were so strong.

[st_arknaked]

"Say it again," he growled against her mouth, feral and savage since that was what she wanted. Wanted to see the animal.

[st_oriedqueen]

"Dyson," she growled back, a wild, savage sound that had very little humanity left in it. Enough to slide her hands down his back to grip his ass with fingers and claws, and remember for a heartbeat that she loved him slow and tender, too, before she gave herself completely to filthy, fast, deep fucking.