all you need is a good trap!

Did she kiss better than his stepmother? "Well, I should think so!"

Sayuri giggled softly, raising a dainty paw to her lips. Ah, she should not laugh at him. He was flustered and embarrassed but it was so hard not to. He was just an innocent little lad, flopping over in the sand and cawing that the gods may take him now. Goodness, this was too delicious to pass up... She rose to all fours, smelling like kelp and fish, and marched over to him. Considering her actions but not caring at the moment, she became mischievous. Why? She did not know.

Maybe because she could. Maybe cause he was easy prey. She had reigned herself in before now, become dutiful and elegant like a shogun's wife. She was nobody's wife. As if a kitsune vixen and not a wolf at all, she proceeded. A playful smirk crossed her features, tail swaying to and fro. She more or less walked until she stood directly over him. Planting her paws on either side of him, Sayuri leaned in. "I think I am a piss poor substitute if you enjoyed her kisses." She breathed, sweet breath hot against his face.

"Speech"