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Healing with a little voodoo
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All the sounds he made were exactly what Svara wanted to hear. His moans and groans of pleasure made her want to join him in the noise making. She held the sounds in. She wanted to be the one in control. The she wolf laughed gently as he put his face into her hair. His words making her think. She noticed then that she hadn't even said his name yet. Before she could though, he flipped her over again, he was over her. There was just enough pressure between their bodies it made her figit. The feelings she was getting were becoming intense. A growl rose up from her.
Svara let him pin her hands, not minding that he had her trapped to the ground, of course he would have to learn her better. His other hand traveled curiously over her body making her moan and arch into his touch. It all all innocent fore play. Svara went to move her hands and noticed then she couldn't, remembering he had them locked to the ground with his strong grasp. Growling again she leaned forwards enough to get her teeth to nip his arm, getting his hard enough to draw some blood. Svara didn't care, he would learn what she did and didn't like soon enough.
With a strong and frocful pull she got one of her hands out putting it in his thick mane hold it tight in her grasp. She wasn't a soft lover, liking somethings rough. Her maw found it's way to his throat nipping gently in various places. His scent and the feelings were all around her making her get lost in the moment. She didn't know what was happening outside of what he did. The feel of his hand, made her skin feel sensative, and the slight pain she was causing him gave her saticfaction. A moan bubbled up in her throat and came out unwillingly. Leroy should be proud of his accomplishment. "If you don't start drawing some blood I will." She said in a deep husky voice.
It was the scent that stopped her. The scent that mingled with his tastful one, ruining it. The scent of the black female. A growl of pure anger rose up in her throat before she heard the words. Rolling them over quickly Svara sat over Leroy and her yellow eyes glared at the balck female. "What do you want?!" She snapped in a very angry and threatening voice. There wasn't a hint of embarrasment in Svara. The red she wolf didn't know the emotion, all her decisions were made because she wanted to make them. At the moment she had a feeling this had more to do with her rank in the pack then anything. That caused a flash of white rage to pass through her body.
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