Put On Your Doll Face

In honesty, Noir didn’t care if this was really what she wanted or not, having her was what he desired and really that was all that mattered in his world. The man was fine with being selfish and cared not at all for the feelings of others. Duchess, not that he knew her name, was receptive to his advances and her inner turmoil was not of his concern.

Perhaps she was intimidated, but she didn’t shy away from his advance either. She looked up to him, her expression open and accepting and for a long moment it was as though she was debating her next action. Noir didn’t have to press her, as she suddenly moved towards him, lifting her small for up to place her paws on his shoulders for better leverage before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. Her claws traced rivulets in his fur, caressing his skin as she leaned against him.

Noir took no time to reciprocate. One massive paw lifted to hold her against him, his own toes tracing the curve of her waist as he settled against the small of her back. He pressed against her, delving deep into their kiss while supporting her body as he laid her down on her back. Noir crouched over her, chest to chest and belly to belly as he tasted her tongue. He pulled away from her mouth, trailing nibbles and kissed down her jaw. He lifted her chin and kissed the vulnerable fur above her throat.

The warmth of her beneath him drove him onward, he tilted her hips against him grinning as he pulled away from her throat and found her gaze once more. ”What a gift, indeed.” He purred softly, a smirk playing over his features as he held her tighter, there was no room to hesitate now. She was his.