of sinners and saints

They laid in one. Their furs and vibrations mingled. Her nose twitched and ears swivelled. The girl finally let her body fall and go limp. She rested in the woman's paws. She enjoyed the feeling like no other. She had never felt that way, being controlled by such a large being. The woman is usually the one embracing the others. Sometimes forced, sometimes not. The woman spoke to Canttina. The Wolf listened silently. So she was going to keep little Wolfies against their will. The girl could see herself with the woman in the long run. Canttina would still have her own habits and agenda but she would not stray from the north. Maybe the girl would move to the cave that Silver would bring her minions to. She would sleep there and escape in the day to hunt and mingle.

The girl would stare at Silver with awe. Her body heat continued to flare but she remained still. The woman would have made a move by now, but hasn't. "I love the idea of keeping little minions. I had this one little Wolfy all to myself for ages, though I had to slay her in the end." She spoke in a casual tone about death it was chilling. The woman began to speak about Canttina. The girl giggled gently, "Once you gather your minions and find a place to keep them I will follow you there. I would like to be in on this. I love it." She seemed to growl when she spoke, a sign of excitement from the demon. As the Cat began to graze her cheek with her fangs. The Wolf shuddered and licked Silvers paw.


"Talk!"