12-18-2011, 04:48 AM
He slowly moving body over his form brought forth familiar stirrings within him. Every time she grew close to him he lost his will to deny her anything. It was such a simple ploy, her actions seeking to sway a decision that would otherwise be weighed on its own merit. But her form, her voice and those little demon eyes of hers that sunk their hooks into him that her request was met with a broad grin. Oh he never pretended to be a smart brute, well he was but even the man could be turned to butter with a simple smile, soft words and a delicate touch.
“It’s hair, it’ll grow back, but I must ask, what is it you were planning on giving me?” he said with a joking smirk. The behemoth really didn’t need anything from her, just having his scent cling to her was enough to mark her as his.
“And why would you want a smelly braid of hair?” he asked inquisitively, he never said he wasn’t a bit vain but he’d surrender it regardless. His fingers weaved through her fur across her back where they held her against him. Her weight wasn’t too much of a burden to him but his thoughts soon wandered to bracing her against something in this pose.
“It’s hair, it’ll grow back, but I must ask, what is it you were planning on giving me?” he said with a joking smirk. The behemoth really didn’t need anything from her, just having his scent cling to her was enough to mark her as his.
“And why would you want a smelly braid of hair?” he asked inquisitively, he never said he wasn’t a bit vain but he’d surrender it regardless. His fingers weaved through her fur across her back where they held her against him. Her weight wasn’t too much of a burden to him but his thoughts soon wandered to bracing her against something in this pose.