Plenty to go Around
Satira
Field Medic
08-29-2022, 11:10 PM
Her question of Azzie's next plans for her time were met with an unexpected bit of shyness and embarrassment from the full blooded wolf. Satira raised a curious brow and cocked her head at a slight angle while she studied her friend's peculiar expression. Had she asked something wrong? Did she do something to make Azzie uncomfortable all of a sudden? The wolf-dog had been about to ask just that when she noticed her friend looking down at where they were still holding paws, Tira's bewildered gaze following hers down to their interlocked paws. Something about their paws had made her uncomfortable? Tira was still so befuddled—until Azzurra looked back up, held her gaze with those deep blue eyes of hers, and explained with a small grin how she knew what she wanted to be doing right now.
The next thing Satira knew, Azzie was leaning in to lock their lips together out of the blue, their muzzles connected in a heated kiss. Soft mewling murrs of surprise were elicited from the smaller girl, her pale blue eyes growing wide with shock despite her fluffy tail wagging and beating the furs so hard it filled the den with a muted thumping. Satira hadn't been expecting the sudden burst of passion from her friend, but now that Azzie had slid closer and swept her away, it was easy for her to relax and melt in against the fae's side with a quiet moan. All at once, Tira felt like she did back at the end of their first day together in the fjord. Those kisses then had been her first: shy, clumsy, but eager. These ones felt much more choreographed, both ladies more intimately familiar with the carnal side of life and it showed in their actions for one another.
Satira moaned softly once more against Azzurra's lips while pale eyes rolled behind fluttering eyelids until darkness claimed her vision, giving herself up to Azzie and losing herself in these incredible sensations once more! The heat she had felt in her belly when she'd been kissing Cináed had returned, burning her up from the inside out. It shocked and confused Tira; why was she feeling the same sort of ways she'd felt about Ciná for Azzie? All her life, the little tawny wolf-dog had just thought of herself as straight, interested in only boys. But now... now that she was older, more knowledgeable and mature, Satira began to wonder if she was more like her mother than she realized. Ultimately, Tira decided not to question a good thing. She didn't resist or hold back from what she wanted. She melted into Azzie's side, pressing her slender form right up into the curves of Azzie's form while she worked her mouth back against her friend-turned-lover's.
Tira felt Azzie press deeper still into their kiss, making that heat inside her flare until her heart started skipping beats. The tiny girl gave a needy cry back in response to the fae's excited whines, one speckled paw lifting to stroke and caress Azzie's cheek while also making sure she didn't try to pull back too soon. She wanted to keep Azzie here until her lungs burned for air. She wanted to press even deeper with her and lose herself in Azzurra. And so that's exactly what Satira did. Recalling on her hazy night with Ciná, Tira tilted her head to lock her lips with Azzie's, then slipped her tongue into the other fae's maw with a gentle yet insistent pressure. The sweet taste of Azzie that greeted her made her head swim with the heady, intoxicating desire she felt rushing through her bloodstream. Tira whined back with Azzie, wanting more of what the wolf was giving her and making her feel.
"Satira"
The next thing Satira knew, Azzie was leaning in to lock their lips together out of the blue, their muzzles connected in a heated kiss. Soft mewling murrs of surprise were elicited from the smaller girl, her pale blue eyes growing wide with shock despite her fluffy tail wagging and beating the furs so hard it filled the den with a muted thumping. Satira hadn't been expecting the sudden burst of passion from her friend, but now that Azzie had slid closer and swept her away, it was easy for her to relax and melt in against the fae's side with a quiet moan. All at once, Tira felt like she did back at the end of their first day together in the fjord. Those kisses then had been her first: shy, clumsy, but eager. These ones felt much more choreographed, both ladies more intimately familiar with the carnal side of life and it showed in their actions for one another.
Satira moaned softly once more against Azzurra's lips while pale eyes rolled behind fluttering eyelids until darkness claimed her vision, giving herself up to Azzie and losing herself in these incredible sensations once more! The heat she had felt in her belly when she'd been kissing Cináed had returned, burning her up from the inside out. It shocked and confused Tira; why was she feeling the same sort of ways she'd felt about Ciná for Azzie? All her life, the little tawny wolf-dog had just thought of herself as straight, interested in only boys. But now... now that she was older, more knowledgeable and mature, Satira began to wonder if she was more like her mother than she realized. Ultimately, Tira decided not to question a good thing. She didn't resist or hold back from what she wanted. She melted into Azzie's side, pressing her slender form right up into the curves of Azzie's form while she worked her mouth back against her friend-turned-lover's.
Tira felt Azzie press deeper still into their kiss, making that heat inside her flare until her heart started skipping beats. The tiny girl gave a needy cry back in response to the fae's excited whines, one speckled paw lifting to stroke and caress Azzie's cheek while also making sure she didn't try to pull back too soon. She wanted to keep Azzie here until her lungs burned for air. She wanted to press even deeper with her and lose herself in Azzurra. And so that's exactly what Satira did. Recalling on her hazy night with Ciná, Tira tilted her head to lock her lips with Azzie's, then slipped her tongue into the other fae's maw with a gentle yet insistent pressure. The sweet taste of Azzie that greeted her made her head swim with the heady, intoxicating desire she felt rushing through her bloodstream. Tira whined back with Azzie, wanting more of what the wolf was giving her and making her feel.
