Getting By-Lothaire

Her words would tether off and she would leave the environment alone as his voice carried through, denying her daughter, and while yet it embarrassed her, she would remain in her silence. Her careful observation of him strong and silent as she lowered herself before him. How was she supposed to take to the things she so wanted? The things she so needed, and even in her content state of mind, she would wonder.

His masculine frame would drift near her and she would in hale his warm scent. Eyes would envelop his incredible size and she would feel his muzzle come to grips with her, and she would kiss him back, offering the passion that only she offered Abaddon. This was her lover, at least for now, and he would have her in any way he so desired.

Her breath would tremor carefully and her withers would quake with defined lust as his body circled hers his nose dancing over his withers and her body adjusting to him. Aye, she was in heat, and she could feel the all-to-familiar burn of what seemed an insatiable fire. His paws would wrap around her hips as her body arched against his, her head falling back in his general direction as his body's chest melded against the contours of her back. A sultry moan would flee her lips as he dared invite her to the dance only Abaddon had ever endured with ehr, and she could only allow herself the breathy pleasures that came.


-Fade-

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