Mixing Business and Pleasure

Ah, and there it was. The shiver of a fae finding delight in his touch, that first reaction that no doubt would lead to many between the two of them. It was like that first hit of a drug, a rush of dopamine straight to his brain and other parts of his anatomy. He wanted to see this beautiful woman shiver and squirm more and to revel in the fact that he was causing her pleasure. Her paw moved quick, faster than he had been expecting, and the next thing he felt was sharp feline claws gripping into the taut cords of muscle there. Sitka hissed through gritted teeth at the sting of pain added to his lust, like flaked salt onto rich chocolate, a blending and balancing of sensations perfectly tailored for one another. Gods be good, she knew what she was doing. Sitka's wince returned to a toothy grin and a rumbling chuckle, steel blue eyes alight with a playful fire. Keetie was proving to be quite the spitfire after all.

Sitka's eyes roved over Keetie like she were everything he could ever want, following the smooth curves of her body while she threw her head back, exposing that delicate throat, down to her breast, shapely feminine curves directing his eyes down her sides to those lusciously swaying hips that he was already picturing wrapping his paws around while he made her squirm for him, either with his paws or his tongue or his cock. He clicked his teeth together while his jaw gritted hard, resisting the temptation to end their game and just have her now. No, no, waiting and playing would be much more fun. She moved her muzzle towards him, acting as if to give him his kiss and end their games. The moment before their lips met, he wondered just what true beauty tasted like.

His curiosity would be denied a little longer, as the kiss never came. Instead, Sitka felt Keetie's muzzle move against his, feeling her soft fur and warm breath on his cheek. He gave a quiet grunt when her claws released his flesh, leaving little pinpricks of pain in their wake that soon vanished. So she wanted it rough, did she? By the grace of the gods, did she pick the right wolf to play around with... Sitka pressed his body more readily into hers, knocking his hips against hers with a firm push. With her muzzle alongside his, Sitka was able to easily dip his muzzle down to the curve of her throat, his lips seeking out where her pulse was the strongest.

Once he had found the vein, he placed a firm kiss to her skin through the thin fur, parting lips to nip with sharp fangs at her tender skin. He growled against her carotid, pressing his tongue to her throat and running it oh so slowly up her most vulnerable part until he reached the edge of her jaw. He could take her then and there, grab her by the throat, throw her down, and have his way with her. But Sitka was a curious creature, and Keetie was keeping him intrigued and entertained. Why ruin the game now? He bared his teeth again and let the smooth edges run against her skin, letting her savor the feeling of having his fangs so close to her throat—the fangs that had taken more lives than he could count and elicited even more moans from women like her. Ah, but that wasn't quite right, was it? There was no woman like Lorikeet—allegedly.

"Sitka Thánatos"