[ Her lips part easily and pleadingly beneath his attentions, letting him taste her duly, and tasting him in turn. An ardent heat slowly but surely builds between them when her back meets the trunk of a tree, as her tail sways slowly against bark, the sound of that contact accompanied by their breaths, the rustling of his leaves and her clothing as they kiss. Only to be broken by the whisper of her name on his lips...
And when she hears that, she is very sure that she wants him, too. Her eyes, half-lidded, stay fixed on his lips as she responds, ]
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And when she hears that, she is very sure that she wants him, too. Her eyes, half-lidded, stay fixed on his lips as she responds, ]
Yes, Trahearne...?