The taste on the tip of my tongue

Sitka didn't have to do much to get those delightful reactions that he adored oh so much from his Keetie. By now, the two casual lovers had explored one another's bodies well enough to know where all those hot spots and erogenous zones were to get the other to do exactly what they wanted. In this case, Sitka had wanted her quivering and squirming and making a symphony of sounds for him to enjoy, and he got just that as his tongue roamed her mouth and their bodies crushed together, clinging to one another and so tantalizingly close to becoming joined at the hips. The way Keetie's claws had gripped at his scruff and raked through his fur had made the coil in his core tighten almost unbearably so. It was a strange little thing he'd come to find incredibly hot, her feline claws, especially when she was grabbing at him like that. Not to be outdone, Sitka felt his lover push her body up into his during her writhing, rubbing the softest parts of her belly fur against every part of his desire in a way that made heavy lids flutter and cool-toned eyes roll back in his head with a breathy moan.

With his challenge to her issued, Sitka watched with mounting curiosity while Lorikeet seemed to consider their position, and if the sigh and pouting face she put on were any indication, the wily hunter didn't think they'd actually get into the water. Then, to his surprise, he felt the push of Keetie's hips up into his, and then a velvety warmth surrounded his most intimate parts. Keetie pulled a sharp gasp from a very stunned Sitka as the sudden surge of pleasure wiped his brain blank. Although he was only inside her for a second, it had been enough to give Keetie the opening she needed, and the next thing the bigger brute knew, he was being toppled to his side while Keetie rolled them and sprung free. It took Sitka a moment to recalibrate his brain and get moving after her, albeit a bit stiffly with his arousal, but he pursued his boreal lover straight into the sea, the promise of pleasure and release too tempting to ignore.

Except nothing could have prepared the dire wolf for the sudden splash of cold water against some very sensitive and firmed parts of himself. The water, while warm, felt cold against his heated flesh, and Sitka gasped again as the shock stole the air from his lungs. "Oh fuck, that's cold on the boys!" he remarked while he waded deeper into the shoals after Lorikeet, the surface just barely coming up to lap at those sensitive bits. He grinned down at Keetie while she floated on her back, admiring her voluptuous body the way a collector would examine a piece of fine art. Truly Lorikeet had been crafted by whatever god of beauty and sexuality existed, she was flawless.

"Well aren't you just the picture o' relaxation." He laughed in his husky baritones, using a paw to gently guide and bob her along in the calm surf. "Fuck the castle. I'd give you the whole universe if it kept you smilin' like that, gorgeous." Sitka couldn't resist flashing his own roguish smile to his lover while he waded leisurely along in the water with her, keeping a paw on her upturned underbelly to drift her along with him, letting his claws dance over her warm skin along her lower belly—occasionally dipping down lower just between her thighs to tease over some even hotter flesh there.

"Sitka Thánatos"