[M] Intensive Care
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Long deep sighs put her further at ease, and coupled with the scent of her Issum with every breath, she found herself in a private heaven simply lounging against him. Thought held little influence within the realm of quiet pleasures. What would have been said should it be pressing enough, was able to be expressed in gesture or sound. Those sounds that came from invoked by his gentle touch were that of relief, the relaxing sighs as her body relinquished its tension and stress. They were soft and flowing. A continuous growl composed of some stirring octaves that were the tales of where his touch was wanted the most. Where the pressure was nice to feel and where more was wanted. She could have drifted to sleep then and there without a care but her senses kept her mind and certainly her body awake.

Feeling his hand slip beneath her muzzle she followed the movement, too at peace for physical assertion of any kind. By his request she opened her eyes witnessing him coming to all fours and the adoration in his eyes. Her tongue slipped between parted maw and gently ran the length of his muzzle while she sang sweetly of her own.

As he changed his form to mirror her own, she propped her head up as her excitement grew. The anxious sweeps of her tail became less erratic and more purposeful in their strokes, at times lingering to one side when he laid against her, and at others gently tapping his rear. She turned her head into his affections giving the whole of her neck as his plaything. Then she rolled onto her back to follow the movements of her turning her head to reach his muzzle. Her paws were curled playfully against her chest when not trying to bat at his muzzle and head rested on his forelimbs each time she tried to grab for his nose and missed.

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