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Her head swam as she slowly lost control, swaying too and fro. Her mind was completely wrapped up in his scent, and it was driving her mad. As his muzzle touched her neck she drew completely out of her sane mind. Kaleidoscope colors burst out over the room, the reds and pinks muted but prominent. Emma’s eyes, one a crystalline blue and the other a sage green focused on the male before her and she gently licked his muzzle, a soft smile evident on her lips. In some lights the woman was sunny, ever happy and the picture of joy and in others she was a fierce thing, angry and out to save her clan against the worlds evil. All of this melted away, however, in this moment. She was the image of soft, vulnerable beauty and was clay in his palm. The young woman gave herself to him, ready to be molded into whatever the shadow colored male wanted. She was his.
A quiet sigh left her tapered muzzle as his hands floated down her body and came to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to him. She echoed this action, burying her face into his neck as her hand drifted lower and lower. Her fingers drew an electric line down his torso as they moved, the contact soft but hungry. The coy wolf was hungry, hungry for him. Admittedly, she didn’t know what she was doing but instinct guided her touch. All she needed was him, his hands needed to teach her what he liked and what he didn’t. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers found what was truly his, and that part of him came alive under them. They moved up and down him, teasing his length.
Her heart thudded in her chest, she suddenly quietly nervous. Was this how it was supposed to be done? Her grip was firm, but gentle. Not too tight, but the right amount at the same time. “ Angel. “ She breathed, eyes bright. Something within them snapped, and she knew that the warmth between her legs needed attention. It was curious really, this feeling that she had never experience before had started in her heart and then slowly slid down her willowy body, muscles hidden underneath the bones. Her body was perfect, her breasts perfect mounds sitting on her ribcage. It had slid down her flat stomach, down to her very toes and then back up again.
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