#xiaotan lmk

He was courting her, from when her oldest brother Ravage brought her into the room—white, pristine snowy shaded fur graced his eyes. Six ears, unashamedly not bound by glamour like her father. Made her more, exotic in his eye. Xiaotan's dark mud fur seemed to glitter in the light dawn of the birthed sunlight—he looked exquisitely tantalizing.

"Didn't know the Great Sage could have a son act so, charming." Her voice broke out of its barrier at the kiss of his lips on her knuckles.

He chuckled, bemused, "are you hinting at me being, something primal?" Wasn't entirely a question.

"Maybe."

A fanged grin rose on his lips, "how you wound me." That drew a soft, whispered laugh from her. The gold bangles on her wrists lightly rattle in her amused state. "You will survive, son of the Monkey King."

"Will I? When I have a goddess as beautiful as you, puncturing me with that teasing smolder in her eye." A chortle left the pair, an maddened eruption of tender affection. "You—" she snorted, covering her dyed lips with her padded hand, "loving imbecile!" A soft shove on his plated shoulder.

"No—you did not—!" He bellowed, now blissfully giddy with her. His arms coil as they brought her near. She squealed softly, in delight. "Nope! Nope!" He chirped, noting his soon-to-be trying to flee his embrace—a warm look in his gold irises.

"Your staying with me, right here, until the dawn breaks!"

"That'll be all day!"

He hummed a lower octave into an ear, before whispering a sweet rouse. "Good. That way, my bride can be with me, all night." Calling her his bride, when the ceremony hadn't even begun.