Breaking Bad

Manea savored the taste of Irilyth's mouth while she continued to make out with he smaller woman, keeping her delicate, feminine form held tight to her own as her body settled over top of Irilyth's. There were more words she wanted to say, more insistence over how extraordinary her handmaiden turned lover and friend really was, but as soon as she kissed her she was pulled into a deep, endless sea of lust and desire. Everything about Irilyth seemed to be lighting her on fire with it and the longer she made out with the caramel and cream woman she more she thought it might just burn her alive. Her hungry lips never left Irilyth's, even as one of her paws started to trace over her lover's skin to find her way from Irilyth's rump to the soft skin between her thighs. She was so lost in the haze of her need that she lost track of thinking about how she felt now in comparison to how she usually was when she was with Irilyth. All she could think about was the woman she was pinning down to the furs, the feel of her muzzle crushed to hers, the sound of the quiet moans they passed back and forth as the kiss continued, and how it felt like everywhere they touched was hot and electric.

Her paw that had settled between Irilyth's thighs began to work on bringing the blonde woman pleasure purely so she could revel in the sounds it would pull from her. When she felt Irilyth begin to tense and squirm under her touch she finally pulled away from their passionate kiss with a soft gasp, grinning with lustful adoration as she watched Irilyth's face contort with pleasure and listened to the cries she was able to pull from the woman under her. She shifted only slightly off of Irilyth so she was laying slightly off to the side of her on the fur only to make it easier to reach the parts of her that she wanted to. She still kept her other foreleg wrapped around her waist and held her tight to her as she continued unrelenting in her pursuit to make Irilyth fill this cave with her voice. She groaned against Irilyth's neck, nibbling along her skin while she was intoxicated by her sweet, natural scent. "I love the way it sounds when you moan my name..." she purred with a low growl of need in her chest, squeezing a little more tightly and possessively around Irilyth's waist.

She felt like her need and lust might just eat her whole, but her mind was singularly fixed on bringing Irilyth to pleasure first. She drew so much enjoyment purely from just listening to and feeling Irilyth and knowing that she was causing all of these reactions and cries and the way her body reacted in such a way that she knew was impossible to fake. The way she molded to her and gave in so entirely to her will... It all turned Manea on more than she could explain on a normal day, but today with this special concoction that Irilyth had given her she was even more ravenous than usual. But it was even more than just a sexual, physical need. She was reminded of how she tended to feel in among the endless rounds of sex she would have with Alastor during her heat, the rushes of passionate emotion mixed in among the hormones and the hungry physical desires. The feelings she had simmering in the back of her mind for Irilyth were being thrown to the forefront and it only made her want to spoil and pleasure the smaller woman even more.

"Manea Mendacium"