Mixing Business and Pleasure

Despite having come here to have his armor mended, it seemed as if Sitka had stumble upon something far more valuable. Keetie was a rogue as much as he was, it seemed, those gorgeous contrasting gems of eyes gleamed as she wore an expression that begged for a good time. She was sly, a trickster and seductress wrapped up into one beautiful package. She responded to his question by qualifying it all depended on how "tasty" he was to her, how interested he kept her. A brow quirked at that suggestion, watching the flash of pink emerge from her midnight black muzzle to trace along those lips he longed to press against his own and taste her. The two were lying in almost the perfect position to enjoy a sampling of each other's flavors. It would just take an adjustment of her leg and a dip of his muzzle between those toned thighs...

He was snapped from his lecherous thoughts by her laugh and the soft sensation of her tongue meeting his fur—just a quick grazing to keep his attention on her and not on what he wanted to do to her. Gods, she had to know what she was doing to him! Steel blue eyes were transfixed on the way her tongue moved, dancing across her lips and in the air as if possessing a life of its own. Then she intrigued him again by offering a taste of what they could have if he stayed with her, a promise of the mischief they could get into. A pensive rumble echoed in his chest as he held her gaze with an intensity of a businessman considering a proposal. Though he had lost their battle, he still felt like he was walking away from this a winner. Had this been Keetie's intentions from the start?

"Promises of mischief are usually my pickup line, darling," he whispered back with a flash of a grin, low rumbles of desire growling from within him. "You're speaking my language in all the right ways, Keetie. And I certainly won't down an offer of a taste. Not when you look so delicious lying here wrapped up with me." Another toothy smirk. He wanted her to see his teeth, to see their sharpness. She'd be feeling them fairly often if she chose to climb into bed with him time and time again. Sitka was always up front with his intentions when it came to the realm of love and lust. A rogue and a lecher he may be, but at least he was honest.

"Sitka Thánatos"