To be fair, kisses meant nothing to the woman, but to others they may have. She usually stipulated that they were not allowed with her, as men could get the wrong idea from the action. But with Sirius, she was sure he would not let such silly thoughts grow. He was not a man of love and affection, but desire and pride. He would not think that a kiss meant anything. Who would deny the Thistle King what he wanted? No one, and certainly not Isabella.
Disappointment did not last long when Isabella was working on a man and his desires. If there was disappointment longer than the length of a moment, she was failing in her duty. It had happened early where she was at a loss at what the man would want. Soon enough, she learned that if the man did not take the reigns and did make a move, it was her duty to move for him and show him what it was he wanted. All of this was orchestrated for the pure purpose of the man receiving his end of the trade. Surely, there would be no disappointments here, not when he received what he wanted. If their last meeting had been any indication, Sirius would find no fault her services rendered.
Red cloth cascaded down her legs as soon as they had slipped past the curves of her hips and rear. It took but a moment to step out of the ring of emptiness and over the cloth to where both could stand clear. Isabella stood, not a single drop of humility in her features as she stood for the King's viewing pleasure. He eyed her with a familiar hunger and she let her hands move from her sides. She jut a hip to the side as she had one foot before the other in the matter of a few inches. The curl of her tail was just a hint of her strange heritage, though the dog breeds in her blood were already strange enough in combination. The Akita blood softened her hair, though the Tervuren blood kept it thick and luscious. She was quite fortunate that all her genetics worked to create her, an uncommon beauty.
Sirius circled her like a hawk, poisonous eyes taking in every inch of her. She could feel his gaze on her well proportioned body and reveled in it. He approved of it, that much was plain to anyone with eyes and a brain. To others, it would seem silly that he inspected her with a full erection at his waist, but Isabella found it a mark of success on her part. As Sirius skulked behind her, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, opening her back. Her tail lightly curled by his leg, sweeping by his knees.
Finally, he faced her full on. Her gaze never wavered from his, even as his hand found her breast. His touch elicited her own purr like growl in response. She gave him a light moan for it, let his hand on the small of her back settle. A hand rubbed his muscled arm, squeezing his biceps. The hand moved to his chest to touch the scars adorning his body like medals of honor. Isabella lightly touched them, tracing them down to his belly and back to his full length before her. With a few squeezes she made a slight movement of her pelvis forward to encourage the man to do as he willed.
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