When he had enough strength to move again, he grabbed her horns and forced her head back, forcing her to stop feeding upon his veins and kiss him again.
This time, he wouldn't allow himself to enjoy it; he squeezed her horns tightly, which caused her body to spasm, as he pushed her off his body, now riding on top of her.
His eyes shone with a fiery will desperate to win—he no longer knew what he wanted to win, as the outside crowd was oblivious to the strange battle that was now commencing between the two agitated dragons.
She smiled wickedly at him and spoke softly: "Little Black Dragon... You are mine..."
As her voice echoed through the room, Zell found himself unable to answer, his thoughts muddled and clouded by the ecstasy of her sultry voice. Still, he stopped, his left hand slapping his cheek before grasping around her throat.
