The taste on the tip of my tongue

For a wolf that had never thought he'd ever want to be in anything resembling a steady relationship, Sitka was having the time of his life being with Keetie. Sure, the two of them were far from monogamous, as they both found the idea abhorrent and had expressed intent to share lovers together, but she was his constant. His main squeeze, the wolf he came back to and stayed with. There was something about the Aracari woman that hadn't just bewitched him, but totally possessed him. He fed her addiction for attention, and she in turn fed his addiction for more... carnal affections. They made a perfect circuit together, and together they burned like thermite. Even when they were playing around like this in the water, they smoldered for one another, and Sitka never wanted the heat to go out.

While he dragged his beautiful mermaid about in the water, he would grin to hear the sounds he pulled from her whenever his digits wandered south, finding her most sensitive parts and earning more of those gasps that made his pulse race. He liked playing with Keetie like they didn't have a care in the world, but he also refused to let her forget about the fire they'd started kindling on the beach—or about other parts of him that needed attention. The hunter saw the hunger in his lover's eyes and it thrilled him. Her words stoked the fire in his soul and loins, loving the way her eyes trailed down the chiseled muscles of his form barely hidden beneath his fur, drifting lower to parts of him just above the surface of the cool water. Pink tongue flicked over her lips and that was all it took to undo the dire brute.

"Mmm don't mind if I do, beautiful," he said with a rumble in his rich baritone voice, chuckling while he maneuvered them about in the water. With Keetie still floating lazily on her back, it was easy enough for him to move them both to where she could float beneath his larger form. Though she was by no means a small wolf, Sitka was able to find water just deep enough to allow him to gently coax her to float under him, aligning her muzzle with what her eyes had sought so hungrily. "Hmm, looks like I found somethin' tasty too." Sitka grinned while he lowered his muzzle to Keetie's lower belly, pressing his tongue to the soft fur there and dragging a long, slow lick down her torso until he found a far sweeter taste under his tongue, one that had very quickly become his favorite flavor and his drug of choice.

"Sitka Thánatos"