ooc: +5. >
Nani knows how to pick 'em. Vikings are dead sexy <3
The position of the white queen never lasted long, as she shifted her entire body to move behind his own, graceful hands never leaving his squared shoulders. He was sure she could feel his entire upper body tense up, though his lower half was becoming just as stiff. For a moment, Viking's lone eye fluttered to his right, at his pile of sleeping furs, body beginning to take over and conflict with thoughts that consumed his mind. The warrior attempted to suppress the strange, physical urges that were coming over him, even if only a moment, and instead honed in on the words of his queen.
She had wanted something from him, that much was clear, and Viking fully intended on granting her wish. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, and it was far from his own, strict upbringing to ask questions to his leader. Viking simply obeyed. The bone hued male was silent, despite the stirrings in his own, chiseled body. Though King didn't quite grasp what she wanted by her words, actions spoke different volumes.
Viking found himself clearing his throat, if only to distract him from the fire that the cool-colored queen was creating from within him as well as herself. His body wanted to fully respond to her touch, which suddenly vanished as her form moved in front of him again, but the warrior's teachings were unwavering. As if more by force than by custom, now, Viking stared straight ahead even as he heard and saw the queen removing her lower garment. His body shifted slightly in its sitting position, however, before the pure white female's back was up against the off-white warrior's bare chest. It was an obvious contrast in color, body shape, and mannerisms of both canines from two different worlds.
The white queen practically molded herself against him, and Viking's body and mind fought even harder. His hands could no longer resist, however, as his fingertips came to rest upon the woman's hips. The touch was light and tentative, however, as if he would get burned at the contact. It did not prove to be useful, however, as she found a nook in his thick neck to settle herself into, only fueling the fire. King's head became a natural arch over hers as the female's slender arms draped around his burly form. The foreign male looked as if he was unsure what to do with himself, or with her, but remained sitting in place.
A grunt of physical approval escaped as the queen finished moving into him, ruby eye moving down to glance at her body draped across his lap. It was then that she asked a question which he answered willingly. "Yes, my queen," he strained his voice, and soon the tentative touch of his hands upon her hips changed. The palms of his hands pressed upon her curved sides, finding it harder to fight his inner turmoil any longer. If she was willing to play with fire, he would respond with the burn.
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