He simply looked at her, as her legs slowly spread until she was doing splits, before he leaned forward, resting his head between her mountainous breasts. "That is not how one submits."<br/><br/>He reared back, and then bit her left breast hard, burying the fangs into the soft, succulent flesh, before he released her abused flesh, and began to slowly, sensuously lick the eight fang wounds, applying a healing spell through the long, agile muscle, before giving her a superior smile. "SUBMIT. Properly."