I only call you when it's half past five
11-24-2015, 02:19 PM
He promised that she would be accepted into his arms whenever she wished, Isolde would believe him. Sighing softly into his chest she would sink closer to him, obviously at ease as he nuzzled her and offered his affections. She'd grin at his words, and would hold the promise close. He'd groom her with more purpose, he wouldn't disguise the needy growl that slipped from his jaws as he nibbled the shorter fur at her jaw.
His plans were not kept secret as he told her of the future, they would be separated until he found his missing brother. She would nod in acceptance, how long would she need to be alone again? The thought caused her ears to fold with uncertainty, but Gethin would again diffuse her thoughts of loneliness with the promise of intimacy.
His foreleg would shift, still holding her to himself but as he stood she'd allow him to overwhelm her smaller form. With an eager smile playing on her features no objection would leave her as she moved her tail from his path. With a submissive whimper Isolde would urge him on, finding herself as insatiable as the man above her.
His plans were not kept secret as he told her of the future, they would be separated until he found his missing brother. She would nod in acceptance, how long would she need to be alone again? The thought caused her ears to fold with uncertainty, but Gethin would again diffuse her thoughts of loneliness with the promise of intimacy.
His foreleg would shift, still holding her to himself but as he stood she'd allow him to overwhelm her smaller form. With an eager smile playing on her features no objection would leave her as she moved her tail from his path. With a submissive whimper Isolde would urge him on, finding herself as insatiable as the man above her.
