The taste on the tip of my tongue

Oh, but how this galaxy of star studded ebony and blue auroras knew just how to work him up! Keetie's simple flick of her tongue over the end of his muzzle left static in his brain and fire on his skin where she touched him. She could consume him in her inferno and Sitka would gleefully burn alive in her supernova. It was all too tempting for Sitka to simply have her right here on the warm ebony sands beneath them. He delighted in the sounds of her sighs and hums and moans. If he wanted, it would have been so easy to play her like his favorite instrument, knowing exactly the right spots to press with a soft paw or flick a velvety tongue over to elicit those sounds he loved so much. He didn't give a fuck if anyone saw them together on the beach. Life was far too short for cautions or concerns—and if anyone stumbled across the coupling pair, perhaps they'd just make it a threesome and really spice things up. Something told him Keetie wouldn't turn down that opportunity.

Keetie tipped head back while she clung tighter to his body, making strong muscles tense and ripple beneath her paws while she exposed her delicate throat to his tongue and fangs. It was the ultimate show of trust, so deeply intimate and arousing, and Sitka reveled in it. He parted his jaws just a fraction of an inch, letting warm, humid breath wash over the tender skin of her neck. For a moment, he strongly considered just taking her throat in his jaws and slipping into her then and there, especially when she let slip that moaning sigh, the keening cry very nearly causing him to come undone.

Instead, Sitka demonstrated a modicum of self-control and pressed his broad tongue to the hollow of her throat, dragging his warm tongue ever so slowly up the curve of her throat until he'd reached just beneath her chin. Gentle fangs nipped at the tender flesh where her neck and jaw met, and then he slowly slipped back just enough for molten steel-blue eyes to stare into dazzling sunset orange and midnight azure. He would bring his mouth down to claim hers in a slow, deep kiss, lips pushing insistently against hers to get a taste of her on his tongue. Like a junkie taking a much needed hit, Sitka would groan against her mouth, withdrawing only after her familiar flavor had been left in his maw, gazing down at her with heated desire.

"Mmm I can think of somethin' even more 'pleasantly warm'..." he remarked, a cheeky grin hiding none of his lecherous intent. "You'd better roll me off'a you and get in the water before I end up makin' you squirm and scream right here on the beach, my jewel." By now, Keetie would know that even Sitka's teasing held a promise of truth. If she didn't force him to let her up and let them get in the ocean, he'd be inside her in a matter of moments at this rate.

"Sitka Thánatos"