Wind in the Willows

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 08-19-2013, 07:33 PM by Azalea.)

The look that came upon his face made her stomach tangle itself up and her breath hitched in her throat. He had a wicked smile and let silence fall between them as he took into consideration how to respond to her question. For a moment, only a moment, she wondered if he intended to be cruel to her. "I want to know every curve of your body, every hair, everything that makes you shiver. i want to know where to touch you, where to touch you. I want to know too much about you, Darling. The question is, though. . ." She swallowed hard, her throat dry.

Suddenly the male was in motion, sliding like liquid silver toward her. She pulled her head back, doe eyed, until she lay with her neck coiled like a cobra ready to strike. "Just how much will you let me learn about you, Darling?" His lips were at her ear and his words were little more than a breathy sigh. She shivered now, toes flexing so that her claws dug into the ground before her. There was a burning fire inside of her unlike anything she had felt before. This male, this Greed, he knew how to talk to her. Azalea had too many people afraid to leave a mark on her yet this stranger was eager to break all boundaries and know her more intimately than any before him.

Instead of filling her with fear, it filled her with desire. Azalea pushed up, legs full of tense energy. She stood very close to the male, who had not moved away from her. Cheek to cheek. Legs locked in place and words lost to her, the little royal let a whine leave her throat, tail wagging stiffly but excitedly. She bumped his muzzle with her nose.

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