I Like The Way It Hurts

Cirrus enjoyed the way that the big brute looked at her. She enjoyed the way that he worshipped her with his eyes, his paws. It was more than enough for the two-toned fae. She didn't expect any sort of emotional connection as she wouldn't give one in return. This was simply a way to pass the time between two consenting adults. They would enjoy each other for a while and would part ways with barely a wave of goodbye. That's how she liked it. Feelings were tiresome.

Her body moved, hips rolling, paws grasping at the mans dark chest. When he complimented her, Cirrus laughed, head thrown back in joy as she continued their ascent into pleasure. Ah, how she loved hearing those words. Yes, she was pretty and she knew it, but it was always nice to hear that others appreciated the time and effort she took to keep herself that way. The fae's silken tail swished back and forth over the man's most sensitive bits, but she kept it light with little pressure. A multi-tasker for sure.

A warning came along with a growl of pleasure and the small woman leaned in close, her chest touching his for a moment. "There's no risk here. Just do it. As much as you want." There was absolutely no risk of pregnancy for Cirrus. Her insides were faulty and she would never bear pups. Make things terribly easy for her to indulge in little trysts like this.

Once her words of permission were given, the fae sat tall once more. Her hips rolled with renewed vigor as she worked to bring her lover over the edge. Watching his face, hearing the noises that she pulled from him, that was enough to have her teetering on the edge of the precipice as well. When he finally fell, she would fall with him.

"Cirrus"