Taste Of Her Cherry Chap Stick

Manea walked along the edge of the lake beside Alastor, her side against his and her tail brushing his thigh as they went. They shared whispered promises and teases of what was to come as they sat right at the cusp of her heat season, making plans for how they would enjoy it. She wasn't sure if she could ever top the weeks that led to conceiving Avacyn and Saracyn, but she was going to have a grand time attempting. As they walked around the lake toward the caves that stood on the other side, she spotted their little violet and black guest resting at the water's edge basking in the fading sunlight and her lecherous thoughts took a different turn. The week that Duchess had intended to spend with them had gone by so quickly and she knew the delicate woman was due to head out soon. It felt like if she was going to take advantage of having a pretty guest in their midst she ought to do it now.

Sharing a glance with Alastor, giving him a smirk and a lift of her brow, she altered their path a bit to head toward where Duchess was laying. "The light from the sunset suits you," she commented with a chuckle, admiring how the warm hues brought out the brighter violet tones in the woman's fur. She came to settle on one side of Duchess, laying beside her leisurely and leaving it up to Alastor to decide whether he laid on the other side or laid beside her so that she would be between the two of them. "I hope you've enjoyed your time here," she added, not so subtly letting her tail curl around Duchess' hip with a bit of possessiveness that she tended to bring to all of her intimate moments. "But I knew we'd be remiss if we didn't at least offer to send you off properly." She certainly hadn't wanted to interrupt Duchess' time with Ricin while she was here, but she hadn't missed the suggestive looks and comments they had shared at the border when she arrived so perhaps they could send her off in true Mendacium fashion.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny