Servicing

He melted so easily beneath her touch. His soft groans of pleasure telling her exactly which places to apply pressure. She wasn't afraid to kneed her toes right into his joints, loosening muscles. As he answered her questions she realised the silliness of her ask. Of course he was already sampling his wares. It was clear from the noises he was making that she was already stimulating him in all the right ways. His coy smile was asking her for more, and she knew to oblige. "I do" she agreed, turning her own voice into a purr. It was always so much easier when they worked together. They were gentler on her when she gave them what they wanted.

She released his forpaw, and trailed her paws down his side, and towards his belly. "Would you turn over for me, please?" She said. Without the familiar title to flavour her words, she left his name out. Adjusting still to that change. He rolled over at her encouragement, and she moved her paws along his stomach, pressing gently into his coat. She moved towards his armpits, massaging the tendons around there, and then made her way down. Heading towards his manly parts as she massaged into his hind leg joints, and then trailed towards him. Kneeding around his part, and checking how stimulated he was. That was always an indication of much further a man wanted to go at any given time. She was also subtly checking how big he was, wondering as she did if it might hurt penatrating her. The marauders, while impressive warriors, were not not the giant wolves he and his Warlord were.