Purpose Driven

*Irilyth* · 07-26-2021, 01:06 AM

Irilyth couldn't help the flush of bashfulness that came over her when the woman complimented her name, noting that she was still under the appraising gaze of the gorgeous galactic woman. She had met wolves with unique coats in her life before, but none had been quite so stark and impressive as hers. The fae introduced herself as Manea, and Irilyth dipped her head to the femme. "It is a pleasure indeed, Manea," she said with a tiny smile. No sooner had the wolf introduced herself, Manea began to rise, and Iri watched with curious and confused eyes when the large fae rose to her full height and came to stand over her. Irilyth's pulse began to quicken, wondering what Manea was up to. The wolf was twice her size and looked easily capable to crush any part of her with whatever part of her body she chose. Hopefully she meant her no harm, or this was about to go very badly for her.

Much to her surprise, Irilyth felt Manea lay down beside her, giving no space between them while her larger body pressed to and curled around Iri's much smaller, petite form. Before she could ask what was happening, Irilyth felt one of Manea's large feline paws wrap around her side and pull her lightweight body taut to her lithe, muscular stomach. Iri gasped under her breath, the sudden touch and manhandling making her heart race in her chest. She tried to twist and turn her head to look back at Manea with questions lingering in her gaze, but Manea intercepted her first, purring her seductive words directly into a blonde-furred ear while her other paw looped around her chest to hold her firmly to Manea's body, locked in place while the other large paw began to roam freely down her smooth, soft-furred stomach. Another series of breathy gasps escaped the dainty fae, little tremors running through her body elicited by Manea's touch and entirely involuntary.

Manea's words sounded like a seductive purr of a predator, making Irilyth give a quiet whine while her body squirmed against Manea's, not nearly enough to break free, not that she could escape this powerful woman even if she wanted to. "I... I... M-Manea...?" she spoke between quivering breaks and whimpers. Her tail tried to swish anxiously, but it was pinned between her and Manea, nervousness in her reddish-purple irises. "I... I used to have a master. He's-" Her words broke with another quiet whine as Manea's paw ran over a very sensitive spot on her lower belly, making her legs kick and squirm a bit. "H-He's dead now. I'm... looking for a new home." Irilyth silently prayed that Manea didn't intend to kill her once she found out she was alone without anyone looking for her or expecting her. She hadn't realized how vulnerable of a target she'd made herself sound until she'd uttered the words.

"Irílyth"

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