I wrote a bunch of prompts you can read about the process here. This is my response to one of them.
Gentrax wiped his brow as she entered the room. There was a look in her eye and a sway in her gait that told him that it was time. She was ready. As she crossed the floor towards him he gulped and stared and watched with a hunger at the way Dorenta’s thrumbus pulsated with vivid green’s and blue’s.
Tonight would be the night that their clanbond would finally be fulfilled and he would take his rightful place in the glorious caves of the forefathers .
Standing before him she spread wide her trill and licked her lips. The moonlight flooding into the room through the opening high in the cave ceiling made her scales flash irredescent. “Present yourself” she said with an intensity in her eyes that left him breathless.
Gentrax stood from where he lay on the mat of rushes that he had spent the afternoon preparing. His chest rose and fell and his skellit rattled, warm and moist, and she circled him drawing a clawed talon across his splintle. He bit his lip as pleasure flooded through his body.
“Are you my betrothed?” she asked standing so close that he could almost taste her.
He answered as taught by the shamen. “I am your betrothed and my body is yours.”
Gentrax smiled as she cupped his floosh, gently at first, and then squeezed until he winced.
“Impressive” she said as her thrumbus turned a dark crimson.
She was pleased , Gentrax told himself, and if she was pleased then surely he would prove worthy. She released him and then pulled him into her forcefully. Her body hypnotic as she moved, as if to the very rhythm of the passage of time itself. The curves of her body brushed against him and his tongue snaked from between his lips hungry for the taste of her.
“I am yours” he hissed as she lay on the rush bed and becloned form him to join her.
His skellit was already in full bloom, the lips pink and full. She presented her trill, it’s small sharp teeth glistening in the moon light. “Lie with me” she demanded.
Gentrax prostrated himself next to her and felt the weight of her against his back. Pleasure coursed through his body as his floosh opened wide and its musky aroma filled the cave.
“You are ripe indeed” she said as she took his skellit deep inside her. He felt the small teeth grip him tight and the mox of pain and pleasure left him breathless. Her talons dug into his shoulders and he cried out as he felt her trill sever his skellit.
“Sweet delight” he mumbled as she rose up over him, her thrumbus now inky black as the night sky. Talons pushed further into him and he began to bleed, the thick green life blood seeping through the reeds and onto the dusty cave floor.
“You are my betrothed” she roared as his eyes widened and his floosh exploded from between the spines on his back, his precious life giving nectar pooling between his scales for her to devour.
She licked her lips and leanign forward hungrily consumed it before again leanign over him, her mouth next to his ear.
“You have served me well my love” she said, her voice low and little more than a whisper. Her jaw widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he smiled knowing that he had proven worthy.
As she removed his head he rejoiced as he knew his race was run and tonight he would join the forefathers.