Fire in my soul

She was toying with him. Teasing him. All he wanted was to fuck her. He didn't care what came of it. Not yet at least. She teased along the fringes of his fur, pulling him closer and feeding him the touch he so very much craved. "You listen so well..." His breath caught. He wasn't sure how to feel about that remark, but if it bothered him, he didn't let it show and instead would play along. He groaned a bit with pleasure as she touched him, pressed into him, made his body burn with fire.

"Now prove to me you've got passion!" He uttered a feral sort of growl as he engaged her. She practically served herself to him on a silver platter, and it would be rude of him to deny the feast. He wasn't too gentle about this, but neither was he causing her an amount of pain that would be intolerable. They were both here to enjoy the night, and that's exactly what he intended to do. She would quell his urges for a time, using her for his own gain tonight before he moved on to the next.

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