Spa Day

Manea's back arched under his touch as his paw ran down the length of her spine, a delighted murr escaping her while her hips continued to roll and rock against his as she teased them both and worked their lust up into a wildfire. When she leaned back from his lips with a soft gasp, her eyes flickered open to a heavy lidded, desire filled gaze and a daring grin lingered on her lips. Her claws combed through the thick fur on the back of his neck and she scratched lightly at his skin, while her body pressed all the more tightly to his and a soft, breathy groan left her at the firm squeeze that he left on her rump. He wound that hot coil of fire in her core hotter and tighter than anyone else could ever hope to. He made her feel like the only other wolf in this world with the way he looked at her with those obsidian eyes that she adored so much. As she rocked her body against his, working them both up in the process, the world fell away and she felt like she was putting on a show for him and him alone. She could care less if anyone else came to the hot springs or saw them in their element of passion and lust. As far as she was concerned they could look and watch all they pleased—it certainly wasn't going to stop her from taking advantage of their first time in what felt like ages to ravage each other.

Feeling all of his body pressed to hers and the warm water moving and rushing around them with her heated movements, it took no time at all for her to shift her hips till she could join them together. She gasped and groaned at the sensation, her back arching and claws digging into his skin at the back of his neck, freely letting her sounds of pleasure and reactions fill the air around them as she lost herself in their pleasure. All of the emotion, all of the release led up to this and she was going to savor every moment of it.

- fade -

"Manea Mendacium"