[M]Weight in Gold
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When gold met the radiant hues of blue, she could see the spark of interest within them, the enjoyment he voiced through his soft tones given a new kind of life that set her tail swaying with increased elation. And she was more than willing to share this experience. As his tongue slipped along her muzzle, she paused for a moment to experience the like sensations for herself.

Along her cheek and down the length of her neck, his rhythmic caress flowed along the contour with purpose and vigor. Each stroke of his tongue rolled a wave of pleasure down her spine, lifting her hackles to fine excited points as her maw parted delicately with a pleasant whine. Why they hadn’t done this before, she did not know, and in fact wanted to think of nothing but these moment and delve into its sensations. Her eyes had slid closed in enjoyment but were made to open again too soon when an invasive ear was pressed against her muzzle. Even in the midst of a tender moment, he found a way to get across his wants which she would have no other way.

She gladly took the ear under her delicate tongue, stroking its interior gently then following its rim to its base. She growled playfully back at him with each nip to her throat, doing her best not to become distracted with the possibility of another aspect to further their interesting night. But he was certainly making it difficult, and try as she may, it was futile for her to contest it for much longer. She let her lips caress his crown then dip down to brush between his eyes before she paused completely, craning her neck and head away to garner his attention. What portion of her fur she managed to keep melded with his remained mingled together as she turned against him. No longer her front as braced against his, but her back instead. The single braid that made her mane decorated in a variety of feathers woven in, had slipped around to her shoulder, leaving the faint auburn ridge along her back exposed. She glanced over her shoulder expectantly, playing at his game to get her intentions across.


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