been waiting all night for you
07-04-2013, 12:35 AM
He entered her presence with no less splendour than customary, his potent male stench sending the muscles of her hinds into a momentary spasm of thrill; ticking and twitching beneath russet leather as nostrils eagerly devoured his leeching hormones. He would pause, and it would execute her silently, the distance that leaked between the pair would send an almost irritated scowl blossoming to her jaws, ears snapping against her skull as her body grew ever-impatient. Was he not meant to be the one that wanted it more than she? The male population was were meant to be uncontrollable sex-machines, were they not? And yet there she was, chassis beginning to tremor as endless cravings continued to claw at her spine; the vibrations of her aching body no less than obvious to her brothers, apparently oblivious eye. Her irritancy only grew as they stood in a few brief moments of silence, tail rising alongside her hackles. She wouldn?t say it, she refused to. Perhaps she could taunt him? Hell, she barely knew how. Instead she would creep forward, a painful sluggishness in each prudent stride, her shoulders dropping to carry her lower to the ground. Beneath him now, jaws would reach up; and without further warning she would snarl, snapping at the loose skin that enveloped his tender throat. She would hope to achieve a hold here, and she wouldn?t allow him his freedom; endless gargling echoed her voice-box, flustered growls that muffled between tense lips as a flurry of mixed emotions would envelope body and mind. The queen was aggravated, misplaced, lust seeping through her pores only to be drowned by the false-anger that prickled her pelt. To hell if he could mess with her; he would give her her satisfaction, even if she had to fight for it first. |