Those lips and your brown eyes
12-05-2015, 06:50 PM
Gethin never really wondered about anything below the surface when it came to his companions, but Isolde made it hard for him not to. What was it that made her so willing to stay with him? What made her seem to naturally fall into this wonderfully submissive role? He was sure there had to be something in her past that had made her this way, just like his past had so greatly shaped his current state, but he had never once wondered these kinds of questions about someone and had no idea how to even approach those topics. Was it normal to ask more of someone than their name and if they wanted sex? He had no idea. Her admission that she was glad she had stayed pulled a slight smile onto his muzzle. "I'm glad you think I'm worth staying for." He gently groomed the thick fur of her scruff and worked his way up till he was placing tender licks over her ears and the top of her head. "I never should have bothered trying to look for him," he grumbled between licks and nibbles. "I lost his trail a couple of days into my search and I never picked it back up. I don't know what's happened to him." He was honestly so tired of looking for his brother that it was hard for him to care any more. He was still mad and still hurt, but it just felt like a dull ache, like a headache that wouldn't quite go away. The longer he laid with her body pressed against him and his nose buried in her fur, the more enveloping and intoxicating her scent felt. He knew better than to want her this badly while she was in heat. There was a reason he avoided feas while they were in heat, but of course he couldn't just keep himself away from Isolde for another whole season. A quiet growl rumbled in his chest while he nibbled along the edge of her jaw, a sigh passing his lips. "You smell good enough to eat," he commented softly with a quiet chuckle. It really was taking all of his self control to not devour her completely. |
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