WC: 500+ Hawtness!

Saxif dragged the male into her triangular tunnel for a den. The darkness enveloped them leaving only their senses to the guess as she pressed him against the wall firmly. A white grin permeated the darkness as she met the pale eyes above her. She licked the crane of his neck before giving a tender bite her hand trailing down between them. She had been wanting this all day her mind nearly on nothing else when she fetched him from the hotel. If she hadn’t wanted to tell him something she would have had him take her then and there. As she licked his muzzle nipping him at those sensitive points around his neck she rubbed him. Her tender moans and slight chuckles were random as the drunken haze clouded her mind and senses. She would feel pleasure just from his breath and the thought of the act that was about to take place. Her other hand keeping him firmly at the wall, she was in control for that moment and when she knew she was satisfied in showing him that she grabbed his hand placing it on her hip. She wanted his passion his strength that entirely made him who he was and adored him for. She had just wanted him to know that no one else would have him that night he was hers in that moment and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Earlier in the evening Saxif had fetched the chocolate male with two goals in mind. One was to tell her of the haunting dreams the other was what had begun to transpire in her den. She had enjoyed much of the evening but had also felt scared to tell the male about her plan. But as drink started to take hold her tongue slipped into her tale. She told him about the haunting nightmares of her other self about how they had changed recently. They started to include humming a very familiar humming of her grandmother’s lullaby always from the South. Then she would always begin at the bridge. She didn’t know what to think of them until it dawned on her. Her grandmother always told of the old ways the ways that had been such a deep part of their tribe even before her grandfather was Alpha. Juniper (her grandmother) had been warning her that her tradition journey was about to take place. It had always come at times of distress for their people at that age when choices had to be made. This tradition was lost for so long but Saxif felt blessed that her ancestors were giving her the chance to decide her future. She did not know what would happen or how long it would be before she returned. So that night was almost a goodbye to her best friend for if she never returned then that was her fate. When she finished her tale she had tried to salvage the fun of the celebration. Until a female tried to ruin everything she planned. That is when Saxif’s anger took hold and she quickly claimed the male whisking him from the party to her den. She had not known why she felt so strongly in need she just felt she had. Little did she know that this act would change her future immensely.