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Amy responded to the kiss by pushing into it. She felt herself lower, and drew her hands up his body. Teasingly Amy ran her hands across his chest, feeling the thick fur. It was nice. Pulling back from the kiss Amy moved down, tickling his cheek.
Relaxed now Amy let her ring slide off, forgetting the poison inside. There was no need for such at times like this. If she truly wished him dead it would take but a moment of her teeth closed around his throat. Amy let out a low growl, the beast inside her rampaging. Her tail whisked over, brushing them both. Her clothes remained in the way, but for the moment Amy was glad of that. To remove them would be to remove the last of her chains, and she was waiting for Levent to choose that moment.
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