Mixing Business and Pleasure

She lifted her head, following the motion of his paw with her brows, her expression inviting and playful and teasing all at once. “hmm.” she mused. “I suppose how long I keep you depends how tasty you are” she brushed her tongue across her muzzle, almost touching his rump with it. What with the way her head rested against him.

She laughed softly at that, and this time her next lick of her lips touched his fur. More like a snake, the way her tongue slowly teased its way out of her maw. “How about I promise you a taste? Would that tempt you, if just for a little while?” she whispered, craning her head forward, the better to see his eyes. "Or how about the promise of mischief? you look like the sort to enjoy a little trouble, every now and then."

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