04-10-2012, 07:07 PM
Fleta's scent, her taste, both never seemed to get old, and bot had been burned into Kit's memory. He had learned most of what he knew of pleasing the opposite gender from his father, crude advice given most of the time, and occasionally watching his father woo some random female while his mother remained at home. Actually feeling Fleta's neck softly embraced by his teeth was much more of a rush then the male had anticipated, his tail swaying excitedly behind him, and eyes half closed from the joy of being trusted that much by Fleta.
Kit was starting to get excited, and the feel of Fleta's hand moving further up his thigh only added to the tension. Each inch further up Kit's leg caused the thing that made him a male to peek a little more from it's hiding place. A surprised noise from Fleta managed to catch Kit off guard, his eyes opening fully again to assess if he had somehow hurt the female he wanted to shower affection on. After pulling his muzzle back to gauge Fleta's reaction, Kit decided that she wasn't hurt, but perhaps surprised by the feel of his hand on her breast.
"See? I'm not dangerous at all Fleta." Kit teased, before growling in a playful manner, and slowly moving like a predator might. Twisting his body a little bit, and moving where he needed to, Kit sought to face Fleta muzzle to muzzle, and then move forward awkwardly on all fours, his muzzle seeking to trail affectionate licks up along the female's inner leg. Kit's tail wagged happily behind him the entire time, indicating that behind the playful predatory growls, he was enjoying himself. The nearby meat forgotten, in favor of the much tastier Fleta.
Kit was starting to get excited, and the feel of Fleta's hand moving further up his thigh only added to the tension. Each inch further up Kit's leg caused the thing that made him a male to peek a little more from it's hiding place. A surprised noise from Fleta managed to catch Kit off guard, his eyes opening fully again to assess if he had somehow hurt the female he wanted to shower affection on. After pulling his muzzle back to gauge Fleta's reaction, Kit decided that she wasn't hurt, but perhaps surprised by the feel of his hand on her breast.
"See? I'm not dangerous at all Fleta." Kit teased, before growling in a playful manner, and slowly moving like a predator might. Twisting his body a little bit, and moving where he needed to, Kit sought to face Fleta muzzle to muzzle, and then move forward awkwardly on all fours, his muzzle seeking to trail affectionate licks up along the female's inner leg. Kit's tail wagged happily behind him the entire time, indicating that behind the playful predatory growls, he was enjoying himself. The nearby meat forgotten, in favor of the much tastier Fleta.