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ooc: We are going to fade with this post since we talked over AIM and that's what you wanted to do. so this'll be the last post in this thread. +3
Cotl gave another growl, it being one of those things that he was always known for, giving those sweet, dark growls that could be mistaken as something else if he hadn't backed them up with tender touches and wicked grins. They were all encouraging the woman to continue touching him the way she had, her hands getting lower and lower, and for a moment they stopped on his stomach, the rock hard spot that held nothing but pure muscle underneath a white patch in the shape of a skull. This had been one of his favorite tattoos, for Kaena did an excellent job on it. The man had breathed in rather slowly, as calmly as he could as the woman would get closer and closer to what made him a man. His pride and joy. What always seemed to impress the ladies the most with him. Maybe they expected less than they got from the man. Who knew?
The man's neck would twitch to the left, away from the woman for a moment before he would return his head where it once was. His maw let out a grunt of sorts, but this was just another tic that would be gone and done with only a few seconds later. The man held a wicked grin on his face, and for a moment his shackles would raise in excitement as he had let his fingers wander ever so close to her. She would trace his arm and rest her hand on his, which had made him stop where he was for a moment. She'd give him a tender nudge, being gladly accepted by the man, who would rub his fingers right above her core, and he would give the woman a little nip on her collar bone. He would growled again before his fingers wandered down yet again. His fingers would reach their target, where they would play there...