M-Slaves to our Instincts
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He was watching her intently, in her slow walk around him and that devilish tail. She knew full well what she was doing right then and he was just realizing it as her mask of embarrassment to one of masked innuendo. For a moment he watched her with that grin his head raising off the ground as she paced, admiring her beauty, from the tip of her tail to the delicate tip of her nose. Her soft features that masked the warrior underneath the fur just aroused him further.

As soon as that tail swished and her voice stung the air with her invitation his legs propelled him into a standing position. Eyes watching her attractive rear trotting off away from him, knowing she was going to make him work for it. And so he would, he’d chase after her forever if she deemed it so. His legs swiftly took him off in stride after his mate, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the day, the day that had started out so wrong earlier.

“You know you’re not supposed to run right?” he said in jest as his legs started closing the gap, quickly…


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