Her chuckle was a sweet sound to his weary ears and his body sang in kind when hers relaxed against his form, pressing closer to him than he could achieve alone. Every noise, every response was bright and beautiful like fireworks in a darkened sky - no action too subtle, no sound too soft. Torleik's lips wandered, exploring, and he smiled at her hissed breath, knowing he was doing something worthwhile if it elicited such a response. 

Ophelia's body pressed even more firmly against him and her lips found his withers, nibbling, drawing forth a pleased rumble from deep within his throat at the touch. The idea that she didn't know exactly where this was going was foreign to him. He was inexperienced himself, but he understood what was happening, understood the signals her body was giving him, telling him despite anything she might do or say that she instinctively desired him. The motion of her tail swishing around her haunches caught his gaze and in an action that felt beyond him, Torleik felt himself snort loudly as he smashed a hoof down on the ground. 

Standing still was becoming maddening. All he could see or smell or feel was her and though it was everything he wanted, it was drawing him into an inescapable vortex of blinding desire. Could he control himself if she needed him to? The Bloodskald didn't know, and it frightened him. But looking at her, there in that moment, neck arched, tail swishing...she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The pain of her bite skittered up his spine to his brain, shocking him back to a slightly more focused state, and his eyes narrowed as his tail snapped in a violent swish. "Careful now..." he rumbled, words descending into a low whicker as he circled around her side with prancing steps. 

The world was closing around her, leaving Ophelia as the only thing he could register. That was fine by Torleik's desire-drunk mind and he wished nothing more than to feel the heat of her as close to him as he could. Perhaps she would enjoy it. Perhaps she would bear his child. The last one seemed almost an errant thought, one he'd never before entertained, but even such a consideration as that couldn't frighten him enough to take him out of the moment. 

She would be his, here, now. 

Forever. Always.