[m] [p] the devil's in my coat

Eris Eternity · 04-22-2012, 11:52 AM

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The russet coyote's lips and teeth and tongue were on her flesh again, and the coyote did not offer resistance; instead, she tilted her head into his mouth and loosed a growl of pleasure, her hips straining forward for more of his fingers and touch. Molcaxitl's trembling was palpable all throughout the dark hybrid's body, and she herself was trembling, too -- fire seemed to spread through her body and warmed all her insides, until it felt the red-hot center of her would simply melt and slide from between her legs.

Molcaxitl arched and twisted, succumbing to pleasure in the end all the same. The chartreuse-eyed woman loosened the grip of her fingers in the woman's tawny brown hair just a little, peering down into the fire-orange eyes of the slave despite her own pleasures. They were half-lidded and glazed, but the dark hybrid saw the pleasure, unwanted as it was, written across the coydog's face. It was strangely lovely, but in a way so clearly pitiful to the powerful Auxiliary, too, she could not help but feel just a little disgusted. She had even urged the coydog to have pleasure, and she had -- but now that Eris had seen it, mingling with Kit's final throes, the sable-furred woman had gone cold inside. All the fire between her legs ad burning in her belly evaporated in an instant.

The quickness with which it disappeared frustrated the shadowy hybrid, who withdrew herself from him, standing with Molcaxitl still pinned there, but decidedly apart from them. Yes, she said, unable to lie despite her disgust. Men were sensitive about such performances, and she could not say she wasn't impressed -- it wasn't his fault. Molcaxitl... Molcaxitl did it, the coyote thought to herself, regarding the slave coydog in her grip. What had Molcaxitl done to dry her desires and destroy her longing for Kit? The dark-furred hybrid could not say for certain, but she knew she must say something. The coydog whimpered only once, a miserable sound, and shuddered, her body still stiff and rigid.

I-impressive as you were, the hybrid started, an unprecedented stammer striking the first word. You've tired yourself -- I want you at your best, she said, anxious for the tawny hybrid to disengage himself so she might separate her slave from him. She wanted to disentangle Molcaxitl from the coywolf's grasp and her own, and comfort her, and that was the strangest part about it.

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