Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

Nothing really intoxicated her the way that Alastor did. Every sound, every gasp, every growl, every feeling of his paws on her hips and his hips pressing back up into hers... He was made for her and to keep this fiery passion ignited in her core every moment of every day. She had no doubt about that. A lecherous grin pulled across her lips as he rolled and pressed his hips up into hers as he insisted that she take advantage of all of him while she could, chuckling softly as she pressed herself back into him more firmly, her tail swishing back and forth in slow, teasing motions under the furs that were draped around them, her tail occasionally brushing around one of his thighs or entwining with his own tail. "You know I'll always take full advantage of every part of you for the rest of our days, my demon," she replied breathlessly against his throat, her kisses and nibbles trailing up his neck to follow the curve of his jaw.

She kept working herself against him, building up their desire and need into a wildfire, while her lips found his and claimed them in a heated, passionate kiss for a few lingering moments. When she broke their kiss she sat up a bit so that she was holding herself up with her paws on his chest and she was sitting in his lap, looking down at him with a hungry fire in her aqua gaze, the fur that was draped over her shoulders sliding down her back and pooling around her hips. He pulled all of the deepest desires and and darkest fantasies from her in a way no one else ever could, entwining their endless sexual fire and blood lust into one ravenous need. She continued to work her hips against his while her paws moved down his toned body, her eyes taking in every delicious inch of him. Even without his glorious fur he was still the sexiest wolf she had ever laid eyes on and she was fascinated with the dark skin that his ebony coat had been hiding. A breathless groan escaped her as she shifted her hips to join them together, her claws sinking into his skin as the pleasure and passion drove her onward, losing herself in every feeling and sensation she couldn't get enough of.

- fade -

"Manea Mendacium"