When I Wake Up

The feeling of being needed drove him onwards, slowly as he enjoyed every moment. The feeling of her tongue on his lips, her soft wet body pressed against his as she held desperately to him. The sounds of her pleasure as he pressed into her body only amplified his own. His own breathing patterns grew heavier, covered only by the sloshing sounds of the steaming water around them. She buried her features into the dark fur of his neck, letting her teeth project her desires as he breathed her in and made her his own. Noir was content, their slow moving dance gaining momentum as their time together went on.

He gasped softly as she pulled away, pressing her dainty paws against his chest. Noir paused curiously, catching his breath as she offered a mischievous grin and returned herself to their original position. Her back pressed against his belly as she submit to him completely. The man chuckled darkly to himself as he surrounded the woman once more. His movements gained speed and intensity as he crushed her against the stone wall of the spring. Any care for her own comfort dissipated as he ravaged her, Noir indulged in his primal violent desire.

He had his muzzle nuzzling in the soft fur behind her ear, breathing her in and taking in the heated vocalizations he drew from her. The tension built in his belly and his limbs and broke through as he ceased his soft nuzzles and snapped. His teeth bore into her flesh, grabbing the back of her head he forced it against the ledge as he continued, fierce and raw in his actions.