<strong>Anya<br/>Corridors<br/>Tagged - Isoke</strong><br/><br/>The male was still unaware that she followed, his stride casual and relaxed. After turning a corner, he stopped, bending before a water fountain. Anya stopped, her heart racing as her eyes took in his backside.<br/><br/>She eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Was she nervous? She was never nervous. She was always so sure of herself, cool and collected. A hand rubbed over her breast bone, just above her heart. What was happening? And why was he causing it? The confusion was starting to anger her.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, she shot forward, a hand reaching out and gripping his arm. She spun him and slammed him none to gently against thr wall, her clawed hands gripping his wrists, her harpy strength keeping him immobile. She pushed her body against his and the feel of him pressed against her raised her temperature again. Although the smell of burning fabric hit her nose, his skin remained unblemished, which was strange.<br/><br/>She looked at him and cocked her head in wonder before burying her face against his neck. She practically purred as she breathed him in deep."You smell so good," she moaned. She slipped her tongue out and licked his throat, right over his fast beating pulse. Her fangs instantly slid from her gums. "Oh, my, you taste even better."<br/><br/>She licked and nibbled her way to his chin as her body ground into him. Heat was pooling between her legs and her body was rubbing all the right places. She nuzzled his cheek before pulling back enough to gaze at his lips. "I am Anya. What is your name, human? Unless you'd rather not talk..."