OOC Rated M for Mature...Yus. WC: 480
The heat of her breath was a whisper on his skin present long before her tongue reached him. It sent shivers down his spine and his pelt stood on end. He looked sleeker now, lean and large. His body was all hard, corded muscles rippling under his bi-colored pelt when her tongue tasted him. His tail wagged continuously, but there was a jerkiness to its rhythm. It would pause to flick to and fro in reaction to her tantalizing caresses. His eyes closed and he submitted to the force of her love. His interest was rising and his tail lifted not in dominance, but in reaction to sudden ache in the lower reaches of his body. When her tongue flicked towards the edge of his lips he parted his jaws and turned his head, tongue seeking her own. He was now truly lost and an anxious whine escaped him at the sound of her soft voice.
The heat was becoming unbearable, his body humming with a powerful energy, like none before. She brushed against his chest encouraging a low growl to bubble forth. She moved about him, nipping, and rubbing against him. Each touch was agonizing and his breathing grew heavier and louder. His eyes closed, drinking it all in. When she drew near to that lower part of him his member twitched, seeking her, beginning to withdraw from its sheath. Her teeth grazed the base of his tail causing him to shudder. It seemed like forever before she rebounded on his other side to stand before him.
Slowly he opened his eyes. They were softer now in their gaze as he peered into her pools as if waking up from a dream. Her eyes shimmered in the light of the sun, rising over the waves. He stepped towards her, rounding about her rear swiftly. His muzzle dared to go deeper, further than even she. He rubbed his head on her haunches, nostrils wide, taking in the smell of her as his muzzle ducked beneath her back leg. The smell of it was intoxicating and he whined. His body radiated heat and his member throbbed, and ached for her, his love. He stopped to look back at her, mouth watering with the scent of her musk. Tentative licks he aimed around the edges, not yet dipping in, but attempting to circle it. He did not know how she’d react, but he knew he wanted her, no, needed her. His body demanded it.
Ciara, please… He rumbled, low and gutteral. I want you. The last words were a whisper, soft as thunder. His eyes were pleading. He felt feverish and panted for breath, praying that this deep seated ache would go away, that she would end his suffering. He edged around to stand behind her, feasting upon the sight of her from behind. Please, he whimpered. Let me make you mine forever.
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