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The lust in Noir's eyes was apparent and Fel couldn't help but grin, her ruby eyes twinkling. What sort of prize, he wondered? "Darling, I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that." Fel brought her lips very close to his as she spoke, a breathy brush of silken skin. Then her teeth were pulling on his lower lip, though not roughly this time. With a flick of her tongue, she released him and slid off of his much larger frame. "If you're brave enough to claim that prize, anyway." The silver streaked woman shrugged lightly and began to move away, her back to him, tail curling above her spin to swish back and forth.

The blatantly obvious invitation was given. She was giving him permission to be a man and take her as a man should. How long he dawdled was up to him, but Fel made sure to walk very slowly, giving him every opportunity to seize the day and his prize. Gods, but she wished he'd hurry the hell up!