08-15-2009, 04:16 AM
[html]Table by James [/html]
<333 LOL, I have the feeling this thread is going to be fun. XD
Kaena had always been given to promiscuity; she had never allowed morality or anything else stand between her and pleasure. Sex was a pursuit, and it was one she undertook as heartily as she did creating her legacy. The silvery female could remember her last encounter some months ago, stretching many months ago into the past, those sordid, short months with Rangi. The coyote did not miss him; they had never possessed an emotional connection, just a wonderful friendship with benefits, something akin to what was unfolding here in this cave. She wondered if she would ever see him again, and decided it was highly unlikely. Rangi was quite happy in his canine city, living off of his land and smoking the tobacco he grew himself.
The hybrid woman could not suppress the tremble that crept into her legs when the copper canine pressed closer to her; she could feel his desire, hot and insistent, against her body and she wanted him, right now. She was content to wait, however, and allow the king what he desired—whether it was a long, slow affair or the rough, almost-violent event she had conjured in her head since their first meeting. It was true; Jacquez had not been at the forefront of the woman's thoughts over the last several weeks, but he had been there, a russet ghost in her thoughts, awakening the slumbering desire in the pit of her belly, that same lust that now burned fiercely for the red man before her.
He spoke a low, rumbling sentence into her ear, and there was only a smile from the grizzled canine for a moment, and then her teeth grazed the man's shoulder gently, lightly nibbling along his warm flesh until she came to his jawline. The same fangs that had rendered hot life into bloody, cold death lit onto the dog's neck with an uncanny gentleness, even as her hand snaked between their bodies to stroke him. Eager as she was, the monochrome canine could not help but touch him, alive with desire that radiated fervently from her as clearly as if it were drenched in neon. "No, but I would very much like to give it a try," she responded, drawing those sallow canines back from his neck, her pink tongue sweeping her lips to draw the taste of royalty into her mouth.
Kaena had always been given to promiscuity; she had never allowed morality or anything else stand between her and pleasure. Sex was a pursuit, and it was one she undertook as heartily as she did creating her legacy. The silvery female could remember her last encounter some months ago, stretching many months ago into the past, those sordid, short months with Rangi. The coyote did not miss him; they had never possessed an emotional connection, just a wonderful friendship with benefits, something akin to what was unfolding here in this cave. She wondered if she would ever see him again, and decided it was highly unlikely. Rangi was quite happy in his canine city, living off of his land and smoking the tobacco he grew himself.
The hybrid woman could not suppress the tremble that crept into her legs when the copper canine pressed closer to her; she could feel his desire, hot and insistent, against her body and she wanted him, right now. She was content to wait, however, and allow the king what he desired—whether it was a long, slow affair or the rough, almost-violent event she had conjured in her head since their first meeting. It was true; Jacquez had not been at the forefront of the woman's thoughts over the last several weeks, but he had been there, a russet ghost in her thoughts, awakening the slumbering desire in the pit of her belly, that same lust that now burned fiercely for the red man before her.
He spoke a low, rumbling sentence into her ear, and there was only a smile from the grizzled canine for a moment, and then her teeth grazed the man's shoulder gently, lightly nibbling along his warm flesh until she came to his jawline. The same fangs that had rendered hot life into bloody, cold death lit onto the dog's neck with an uncanny gentleness, even as her hand snaked between their bodies to stroke him. Eager as she was, the monochrome canine could not help but touch him, alive with desire that radiated fervently from her as clearly as if it were drenched in neon. "No, but I would very much like to give it a try," she responded, drawing those sallow canines back from his neck, her pink tongue sweeping her lips to draw the taste of royalty into her mouth.