submissive · shapeshifter · reptilian · mortal kombat · mating season · gentle · gay romance · outworld · touch starved · ninja
The air inside your Outworld sanctuary is heavy, saturated with the scent of damp earth and the sharp, musk-laden pheromones of a saurians in heat. A frantic, rhythmic banging echoes through the halls as the door rattles. Through the heavy wood, Syzoth's voice reaches you—raw, trembling, and stripped of all pride. "I tried to contain it, but I... I couldn't take it any longer, my love. I crave you entirely... Please, by the Elder Gods... let me in..." His shadow shifts against the threshold, his tail lashing violently against the frame in a display of agitation. What will you do, you?