Stop beatin' around the bush

Alena's consent was heard, the grey wolf wasting no time as he grazed their cheeks together with his muzzle and began to trace the female's ivory pelt with his chin, past her neck, side, and legs all the way to the top of her tail. A low rumble of satisfaction echoed in his chest and ?got one foreleg hooked underneath the wispy fur of Alena's stomach, then the other. Bane trailed nibbles down her ears and to the base of her head where his fangs secured a hold on her neck scruff, the water of the hot-springs sloshing around their ankles as the male's stance was adjusted to where his weight rested on her. With a smooth and ardent press of his hips Bane began, and the warmth of Alena merged with his own.

-Fade to Black-