-- dance the night away --

every single hair upon her planet-printed hair raised on end, a minute shudder rolling its way down her reclined form and eyelids pressing shut. throes of suppressed lust ripped from her abdomen and raced upwards, ailing every vein and capillary with a sudden surge of hormones as if it were an infectious disease, breath quickening ever so slightly, accented by the small acceleration of her pulse. it was as if he had known that tonight was the night where he claimed his reward and like a knight in shining armor had emerged from the waters that she held so dear. the fae owed him a walk, indeed, but with the sudden wave of emotions that had just washed over her, she was near certain that she was unable to stand.



"marvel," she breathed, her normally-fluid tone as rough as his own lyrics but just as musical to seeking ears. the overwhelming urges within her gut were proving too difficult to suppress in any way, and it shone obviously through her timbre. eyelids lifted so that she could lay her gaze upon him, breath passing only through the small part in her lips that she allowed it, and it took every last ounce of willpower she was capable of to keep her from flinging herself before him and begging him for everything in the most lewd manner possible.



cast in a cloak of azure, the alabaster lad really was just that--a marvel. jaw tightened as she forced a swallow, but remained tense to remind herself that if she were to go about this, it would be with class. the wild abandon could come later, but for now, this matter required fineness, and that was one thing she believed she could manage no matter what he threw her way. well, she hoped.



paws lifted her weight upwards and then fluently down the sloped planes of the large roots of the log, hips swaying more than usual as her powerful legs carried her to meet him. butterfly eyelids fluttering momentarily, she offered him a lazy smile, audits set slightly backwards to give an almost... shy, appearance, if you would, when in fact her approach to this matter was nearly the opposite. not shy, but instead, tactful and with extreme taste. it was here she realized that she had just actually managed to walk. well, maybe it hadn't been as hard as she thought. "well, marvel, my dear, i do believe that you owe me a walk..." she replied, voice nearly a purr despite her lupine being, low and endlessly inviting. her gait carried her a step or two forward, muzzle tipping to the side and extending outward to bring ebony lips nearly brushing the fur extending ever-so-slightly from pure-hued ears. "or is here too nice of a place to leave?"