Mixing Business and Pleasure

His maneuver had been a desperate gambit at best, so when he failed to gain a grapple and ended up just slumped across Keetie's back, it came as no surprise to him. The swipe to his nuts had been his undoing, the one vulnerable spot she'd found access too far too easily. Just before he collapsed to the ground entirely, he felt soft lips graze over warm, tender flesh, adding a little flare of pleasure amidst the mind-numbing shock. Then Sitka hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

From his position, he felt the forelegs of his minx of a wolf wrap around his back while the weight of her head rested on his haunch. He peered down the lengths of their bodies, steel blue eyes finding her sun and moon jewels set into her stunning galaxy-hued face. He huffed as he struggled to catch his breath, hind legs held closed tight to protect his sensitive family jewels as sensation began to return to his numb body. She grinned, and Sitka found himself hating and loving the look of glee on her face. He hated it because it had meant he lost and wouldn't have his fun. He loved it because she wore it so well, and because it meant there was more to this seductress than met the eye. He liked her enjoyment, the games they played, no holds barred and no rules. They could be as rough and rowdy and hands-on as they wanted to be. It just so happened that this time didn't work out in his favor.

Keetie made a comment about challenging him to keep him, remarking that she hadn't had so much fun in years. "Happy to oblige..." he muttered between clenched teeth, though the sarcasm was not lost in translation. The ache in his balls began to fade, leaving him with the unsatisfied ache of lust and desire twisting in his belly. "Keep me, eh...? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not something you can tame, Miss Keetie."

"Sitka Thánatos"