M-Slaves to our Instincts
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Adrenaline surged through her fleeing form, propelling lengthen limbs to capture a great deal of earth and snow beneath them as she prolonged this game of chase. The thunderous gallop of her mate rolled behind her, just yet without capturing range but just enough that she could hear him tailing, and scent his lust on the wind. Knowing she could arouse this side of him always excited her and made her feel like something other than the usually reserved and ignorant woman most thought of her to be.

She was made into quite the deviant by her love’s design; an artist when it came to illustrating a scenario meant to incite his sense and drive him wild. For the more enthralled he was, the more rewarding the end would be. And if this end was to birth a permanent testament to their love, she wanted all the madness of their hostilities before to be forgotten and revel in this moment only; a chase to personify his effort to have her and to awaken his desire to its fullest. And as she neared the chasm nestled within the mountain filled with the lone scent of her mate, she slowed her pace then gradually became still, her tail raised invitingly for him conveying her willingness and want to be had.

Her tauntingly form soon shed its heavy muscle and girth, becoming accentuated by the curvature of her hips and thighs. Even as they lowered to the ground resting upon folded knees her posterior remained prominent, with tail swaying to draw the eye as it continued to waft the heated scent. Her change was unhurried by her volition, despite the burning desire that begged her to forego this play and let herself be taken. But she wanted to prolong this… to feel the change as it happen, reforming her body to one hardly used when it came to their time together. Her golden form at last settled, her back covered by an endless veil of autumn red. Carefully she reached to her nape and curled her fingers around her mane, directing the streams of radiant hues from down her back to rest off her shoulder, allowing the wandering eye to venture from shoulder and along her spine to the base of her leisurely lolling tail free of obscurity.


ooc: 385 words.

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