The taste on the tip of my tongue

By now, Lorikeet knew how to play him like a fiddle. The dire wolf felt a wave of electricity run through his muscles while she ran those delicate yet dangerous leonine claws through his thick fur, parting the hair to reach the warm skin beneath. He shivered with a primal need, cold eyes engulfed in dark fire for his galactic queen, who looked so well off beneath him. Lecherous thoughts of all kinds danced about in his head, and already he could hear the symphony of pleasured sounds he could conduct from her. Sitka had never been a wolf for constants in his life, but Keetie had quickly solidified her position as a much needed fixture in his life. He was drawn to her, addicted to her like she was his own personal brand of heroin and he was a junkie who had no desire to get clean.

Steel blue eyes focused on her paw as it came before his snout, making his eyes cross briefly while he tried to watch her tap his damp nose with a single claw. The grin splitting his maw grew wider, each deadly fang on full display as he snickered. Her Silver King. Sitka enjoyed that cute little pet name more than he expected he would. "Could be fun," he remarked. But for now, he was content being a vagabond, a roamer with his treasure at his side, both egging each other on and driving the other to greater heights. Wherever they wanted to go, they could go. The world was theirs for the taking. Sitka gave a growling groan again while Keetie's claws moved down his back, following the ridge of his spine in a delightful manner. His toes curled, flexing his grip over her sides to prickle her skin with his own claws. Her warmth and softness against him felt wonderful, as did her slender, nubile body pressed taut to his from muzzle to tail.

Keetie purred a question into his ear that made Sitka's tail thrash with barely contained excitement. "Hmm, can't say I ever have," he replied, moving to dip his snout to trace the edge of her jaw with gentle nibbles and kisses towards her throat. "Gonna give me that experience, Keetie?" Gods, he hoped she said yes. Hell, even if they just had a romp in the sand he'd be content, just so long as he got to enjoy his Keetie in ways familiar and intimate.

"Sitka Thánatos"