Round Two, Jerk!

It pleased Satira to see that Cináed was still totally engrossed in her, despite their interruption in the gardens. The way he looked at her and grinned at her made her feel like the center of the universe, if only for the time he was paying attention to her. She felt powerful, important, wanted—she was riding these feelings like a high and she couldn't get enough of it! Fixing him with her sultry stare, Tira watched while Ciná closed the distance between them again, the little wolf-dog gasping and giggling with delight as the giant wolf leaned down to scoop her up as if she weighed nothing, and compared to him she really didn't. Her petite body landed on the plush mattress with a bounce, leaving her grinning like a giddy idiot while Ciná climbed up onto the bed and stood over her, the mattress sagging a touch beneath their combined weights. With him towering over her, Satira had never felt more petite and feminine before in her life. She gazed over his sculpted body with smoldering blue eyes, giving a languid stretch of her body before his hungry gaze just to tease him some more. This part at least felt easy, and Tira continued to do whatever she thought might further entice the red brute's interest.

All of a sudden, Satira felt her body being moved and manipulated by Cináed's large, powerful paws, drawing airy gasps from the girl as she was rolled and positioned on her back beneath him. Pale blue eyes blinked open wide as she gazed up at him, feeling her heart racing in her chest while she gave him that confident grin all the while. While this may not have been his first time, this was indeed going to be Tira's, the virgin wolf-dog having only recently discovered the world of sex and lust. It looked like she was about to get intimately familiar with it tonight though! Satira felt the weight of Ciná's bulk settle down over her, pinning her to the bed while he brought his muzzle back to hers. She greeted his lips eagerly, kissing him back with the same passion and needy hunger he poured forth to her. Their tongues wrestled and danced between their mouths, her tiny paws coming up to caress over his cheeks, his forehead, and around his ears, touching any and every part of him she could reach while her body pressed to his on its own accord. Soft, pleading whines slipped from the fae in response to his deep groans, their sounds filling the quiet air of the bedroom they'd commandeered for their lustful interlude. With her eyes closed in delight, Tira gave herself over to Cináed's whims, responding in turn to everything he did to her, albeit with less finesse and much more gung-ho directness.

The next thing Satira knew, she felt one of Ciná's strong forelegs wrap around her waist, drawing her body tighter to his as she squirmed to press herself up to him so every inch of her skin was touching his. It was as if she couldn't be close enough, no matter how wrapped up in the red wolf she was. His body was so strong, so masculine, sporting athletic and toned muscles in every place she could feel. It made her tremble to feel so small and feminine in his grasp, the sense of being fully under his control and his to do with as he pleased making that heat in her core swell and clench harder. His fur, coarse and thick between her toes, felt like an incredible safety blanket. His scent, spicy and masculine, hung in her nose as they made out, intoxicating her and setting her instincts ablaze with desire.

Ciná broke their kiss then, Tira gasping for breath the moment their lips parted. She felt Ciná bring his hips to hers, felt him press against her, and glanced down between their bodies to see where they were about to join. Seeing him—all of him—like this made her belly clench hard with need. Satira looked up to Cináed, seeing the lustful haze over his golden eyes, but also seeing the unspoken question in them. Tira responded with a little nymphal grin and nodded. No sooner had she given her nonverbal permission, Tira felt Ciná press his hips to hers, stealing her breath away in a sharp gasp as their bodies were made one, feeling all of him in the most intimate way possible. Her paws clung to his chest fur while she tried to relax and give herself up to this moment with the red-furred brute that she had hated up until tonight, letting him have all of her and take her to places she'd never even dreamed existed.

- fade -

"Satira"