The male was oh so sweet to her, even going as far as to believe her false royalty so that he did not make her angry. It was a relief to her that she did not have to get angry with him because really, what princess always wanted to be angry? She'd much rather be happy and evil than having to be angry and evil, because when she was angry, she did things that she didn't mean to do, such as cut the wrong part of the flesh she wanted to cut, or shake uncontrollably. The siren did not like anger, but she knew it was what made her mortal. When the male had answered her question, her long, fluffy tail wagged gently behind her and a smile was placed upon her lips. She had forgotten that she had an extra knife, so she figured that the game was over, if only because she did not feel like going over and getting the rest of the knives that were in the bark of the trees that had been her victims.
She watched as he had told her what he was going to hit next, and her eyes only left him when he had picked something and told her what he was going to so. Her eyes remained on him after that though, he moved with fluidity and grace that she had not seen in another man before, and for some reason this made her think about how good he would be in bed. The sly grin was forced upon her lips as she thought about it, to him she probably looked bi-polar or something because of the switches in her innocent to dark smiles that were forced within seconds of each other. She didn't even look at the acorn fall though, her eyes too busy looking at the male and all of his glory. His smile made her tail wag before the question came from his maw. She listened with her floppy ears to his question, and she decided then that she was tired of playing his game, and she wanted to play her game because of the fiery build up in her stomach and lower. She let a growl pass her lips as she closed the distance between the two and she put one hand on his chest and the other towards his belt and pants. Well... she let the acid laced word fall from her maw as she thought of the reason he was so sexy, so fuckable.
Well, first of all, the way you move... she spoke her fingers lacing around his belt buckle, undoing it. Then there's those sexy eyes of yours. she spoke looking up at those golden eyes as she blindly unhooked his button on his pants. The smile was still on her lips as she had touched his belly for a moment. There's also these wonderful muscles. her fingers traced over those muscles, a spare giggle falling from her maw. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and she ran it on his stomach. You even taste delicious. spoke the girl before she had reached down his pants to fondle his parts that were hidden from the world. She shouldn't have expected the male to be particularly small in those parts, possibly normal sized for the type of canid he was, possibly bigger. She giggled again. Not only that, but it seems like he isn't too pathetically small for me. she spoke, stroking him down there, her hand working him as she held a smile on her lips and she looked up at him, wanting him to hold her. She was too short to get up onto him herself unless he held her so she would need him to help that way, or to make her lay on the ground for him...
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