Round Two, Jerk!

The resounding smack her paw made against the flesh of his cheek had been so oddly satisfying that it gave Satira a little chill. Seeing the way Cináed's head snapped with the force of her blow was equally as delightful and it gave her all the karmic justice she needed in that moment. Then she was kissing him, lost in the flurry of turbulent emotions all pouring out of her at once, amplified by the alcohol in her bloodstream. It didn't take long for Ciná to join in with her, feeling the vibrations of his rumbling hum against her lips while he kissed her back with an intense and almost aggressive passion. His strong forelegs wrapped around her sides, supporting her up against him and very nearly lifting her off her hind legs in the process. Her paws flexed and relaxed on reflex over and over, combing through the thick fur of his scruff with sharp feline claws to prick at his skin while she made out with him, forgetting in that instant everything that had led up to that moment. She didn't remember she was in the castle, or surrounded by guests at a wedding. She was just chasing that high and trying to feel as good as possible in that moment.

Ciná seemed to be chasing a similar high as his lips moved in tandem with hers, kissing her with a ferocious hunger that soon had him parting her lips until she felt and tasted his tongue slipping into her maw. Tira moaned and shuddered with delight as her tongue danced with his and tasted him back, losing herself in the familiar and heady sensations of lust from their making out. It reminded her of her time learning how to kiss with Azzurra, except this was much, much more intense and heated. She felt as if she might be scalded being held so close and tight by Cináed, but simultaneously not wanting to let go of him or put any amount of space between them. That molten hot pressure in her belly grew, and all she knew was that she wanted to be closer to him. No matter how much she was pressed up against him, it didn't seem close enough for the inebriated wolf-dog. Was this the kind of desire her mother had told her about? Were these the signs she was supposed to recognize when she found someone she wanted to give herself to?

The young brute's lips left hers abruptly, leaving Tira gasping for breath and blinking open confused, bleary eyes—until she saw the reproachful look of the Hallows guard leering at Ciná and then at herself. Oops! They'd been busted. Satira turned a shy, sweet smile to the guard, slumping back onto the cool stone floor as Cináed set her back down and made apologies to the guard. Once the other wolf had wandered off, she glanced back up at Ciná, her own pale blue eyes still smoldering and burning with that feeling deep inside her. She was afraid that perhaps their moment had been ruined, but when she saw the male's silly, lust-drunk grin, she knew he was still interested in her. He began to ask a breathless question, but Tira cut him off with a hard nod of her head. "Yes," she said, her voice just as airy and breathless as his while she fixed him with what she hoped was a coy, alluring grin. She downed the rest of her wine from her nearly forgotten goblet, then tossed the cup aside with a clatter.

Satira turned and headed for the castle doors, making sure to bat at his legs with her silky, feathery tail as she did so. She had no idea how to flirt, how to act sexy or teasing. She was just running on pure instinct and luck, hoping that something she was doing was working out. Tira led the way the guard had pointed to the private rooms, glancing back over her shoulder every now and then to make sure he was still following. Her steps were a bit wobbly from the amount of drink she'd consumed, adding an unintentional wiggle and sway to her hips while she walked, finding a door on the quiet side of the castle and peeking inside. It was a bedroom of sorts, lit dimly by a low burning fire in the hearth. Perfect. Satira pushed the door open and strode in, doing her best to act confident in the presence of Ciná and not like she was some inexperienced virgin exploring all new territory for the first time, which in fact she was. Once they had gotten inside and Ciná had made sure they wouldn't be disturbed, Tira turned to cast a sultry look at the much larger brute from over her shoulder, letting him take the lead (since she really had no clue how to begin initiating what came next) and waiting to see what he would do with her .

"Satira"