03-30-2012, 11:03 AM
The night was getting rather warm, despite the chilly air that surrounded the two hybrids, and Inocencio was getting away with much more then he had expected. Any suspicions about the female calling herself Fleta quickly withered, under the stronger feeling of desire that was so good at clouding his judgement. Between embracing Fleta with his arm, and the taste of her fur, Inocencio was quickly disregarding the idea of just flirting, and started to consider how to proceed with the seemingly innocent female.
Even though the male had never actually claimed a female, Inocencio still knew how it worked, having seen his father in action, and from being given crude advice by the same male. When still acting as his sire's partner in crime, the potential conquests had always gone to the elder male, and since leaving the New Orleans area, had just failed to encounter the situation he was currently in. It had always seemed that the female was either not interested, or only pretending to be so they could get something from him.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Inocencio whispered softly in his smoothest voice, and tried to slowly move his muzzle to the side of "Fleta"'s neck to softly lick again. At about the same time, the male started attempting to move his draped hand along the side of the female, his lick followed by a soft sensual bite if his luck did not change. Lingering the back of the male's mind though, was the question of how things would work with the female's injured leg.
Even though the male had never actually claimed a female, Inocencio still knew how it worked, having seen his father in action, and from being given crude advice by the same male. When still acting as his sire's partner in crime, the potential conquests had always gone to the elder male, and since leaving the New Orleans area, had just failed to encounter the situation he was currently in. It had always seemed that the female was either not interested, or only pretending to be so they could get something from him.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Inocencio whispered softly in his smoothest voice, and tried to slowly move his muzzle to the side of "Fleta"'s neck to softly lick again. At about the same time, the male started attempting to move his draped hand along the side of the female, his lick followed by a soft sensual bite if his luck did not change. Lingering the back of the male's mind though, was the question of how things would work with the female's injured leg.