Mixing Business and Pleasure

When they had both finished, Sitka lay across the ground with his head resting on Keetie's thigh like a pillow, lazily dragging his tongue across his muzzle to catch any stray remnants of her flavor. He had been with numerous women in his life, but none had challenged him or set such a fire in his belly the way Lorikeet did in the span of only an hour or two. He released a content sigh with a drowsy smile on his face, grayish blue eyes slowly flickering open to peer down the length of his lover's body to watch as she cleaned the cuts her claws had left on his rump. A little tremor ran down his spine. Gods, she'd been so good at getting him to sing for her... Sitka loved the heady blend of pain and pleasure, and as she'd done to him, so too had he done to her, as evidenced by the pricks and scratches around her lower back and thigh, though not quite as bad as those cat claws had left on him. He'd have to remember for next time to not hold back on her.

Keetie spoke, deciding to keep him, and a dozy chuckle left the brute while he grinned mostly to himself. "Mmm that's good. I'd be afraid of what I'd've done if you'd refused me after treating me like that." Another husky chuckle, and then Sitka was running an exploratory paw up and down the length of her body, finding every curve and dip in her svelte feminine frame and memorizing its path with light paw pads. He roamed the planes of Keetie's body like she were a wondrous new and uncharted world, committing her feel and scent and taste and sounds to memory. He would be getting a lot more of them now. Nuzzling into the side of her leg, Sitka began to trail slow, lazy kisses along Keetie's thigh, occasionally nipping at the soft, warm skin. She was addictive, a drug he knew he'd become a junkie for. "Guess I passed your inspection then, hmm? Lived up to your expectations?"

"Sitka Thánatos"