<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div><br/>Pozhvim is not a terribly introspective kobold, and so he doesn’t focus overmuch on the symbolism of Nug’s teeth clasping his throat. No, to him, those gentle, careful pinpricks and the slight pressure of her lips around his jugular are exactly what they could, in potential, be.<br/><br/>He shudders beneath her, giving the faintest mewling sound and letting his head tilt back in surrender. This moment, his life is in Nug’s jaws, and he trusts her with it. He pants softly, still trying to catch his breath, feeling her sinewy form atop himself and only opening his eyes again as she licks his cheek.<br/><br/>At her compliment, Pozhvim smiles, uncomplicated and honestly happy…no more able to hide his feelings at her praise than he could hide the twin, slightly curved thicknesses jutting from his pouch to lie along his belly.<br/><br/>He arches slightly as she slides down his thighs, shoulders pressing into the soft loam and groaning as her claw traces his vulnerable belly. If the stronger female weren’t straddling him, pinning his hips to the ground, he’d probably try to hump up against her. As it is, she just feels the muscles in his thighs pulse in tension against her own. His panting, he realizes, has less to do with the long run he’s made. More to do with the mighty huntress above him.<br/><br/>Pozhvim moistens his lips at her question, parsing words. “Your prey...is yours,” he husks, almost startled at the thick, throat-tensed sound of his voice. “Huntress.” Daring, he turns his head to just nose shyly against the inside of the forearm she’s using to support herself above him. “…To do anything you want with.”<br/><br/>Oh, not that the idea of feeling her heat engulf his sex is at all unwelcome, no…But he’s had his moment, evading her better than ever before, and almost puppyish at her praise, he feels the need to let Nug know that this moment is hers, and he’ll happily do whatever she requires of him.