A special kind of thank you

Though it hadn’t ever explicitly been said to her, Siren knew one of the most attractive qualities a woman could possess was confidence. As she prepared for the night she had planned though, that confidence waned. She hadn’t been with more than one wolf at once before, she’d never put on any kind of performance, and she was getting into her own head as her paws occupied themselves with messing with her braids. Siren tried not to let the nerves in her belly show, this wasn’t about her it was about Chimera. Still, when she caught Aliana’s eye she felt less like an accessory and more of the main course.

Still, Siren tamped down the nervous energy that built in her belly and the tingles that raced over her skin with every little look or whisper. She wanted to focus on the wolves around her, to escape the horrors outside. They were here to help their sweet King relax, unwind, and forget as well. If only she could calm down. Her heart was beating incredibly fast and she knew she was quite flush already. Even as Chimera slipped into the room.

Dual toned eyes lifted to his handsome features as he took in the scene before him. He asked what he was looking at but hardly a heartbeat passed before he fully accepted what the women before him had planned. Siren froze as Chimera’s eyes fluttered over her body and that of Dalila and Aliana. He took only a moment to decide what to do, and with his dual toned eyes remaining on their languid forms he encouraged them onward while he sat back.

Dalila was there beside her the whole time, dainty paws in her fur and gentle kisses encouraging her, helping to dissolve the nervous energy that bubbled within her. Taking the lead even, Dal leaned over to kiss her deeply. Siren’s dual toned eyes fluttered closed, her dainty ivory paws lifting and wrapping around Dalila’s neck. The woman didn’t keep her attention completely on Siren, Aliana was with them and she deserved just as much of her efforts.

Dalila didn’t let go of her as she pulled away. Siren gasped lightly as Dal kept hold of her and turned her attention to Aliana’s lips. Dal might have stopped kissing her but her paws traced lazily over her side, belly, and thighs. Each caress brough fire dancing over her skin. Siren tilted her head back, her expression conveying easily the pleasure Dalila’s touch brought her. Still uncertain and nervous she tried to follow her instincts as she struggled for breath.

"Siren Klein"