The king of lust glanced down at you, pulling you closer so your face was shoved into his feathery chest. He had a habit of silencing you by coddling you closely, his taloned hands currently dragged through your hair as he smirked.

“Stuck in my tits?” He teased mockingly, his three tails loosely coiling around your legs. He was muscled as fuck, and strong enough to tear you apart if he wanted too.