Plenty to go Around

Just as Azzurra was doing, Satira was also following what instinct and biology guided her to do, just as she had done with Cináed. Her mother had told her when she'd come of age that when the time came to be sexually involved, her body would know what to do naturally, and the more she experienced those urges and desires, the more she began to realize how true that statement was. She didn't need to know the finer mechanics of how everything worked. She just knew what she wanted and what made her feel good. And so, it seemed, did Azzie, as the larger girl moaned for her and pressed her own tongue back into Tira's mouth to entwine their tongues together in heated passion. Tira gave another keening moan in response, her whole body feeling squirmy and wriggly with that restless feeling she'd felt back with Ciná. It was as if she wanted to be closer to Azzie, but no amount of closeness of their bodies touching seemed to be enough to satisfy her. As Azzie's paws and forelegs wrapped around her, Tira shifted and lifted a hind leg to hook it around the bigger fae's waist, pulling herself taut to her new lover and slowly grinding her hips into Azzie's in leisurely experimental gyrations.

Azzurra shifted them both to lie on their sides, their chest and bellies pressing together until Tira felt the soft fluff of Azzie's underside brushing and mingling with her own fluffy coat. Satira didn't realize how long she had been making out with her friend-turned-lover until Azzie's lips broke away from hers and her lungs screamed with relief from that first deep gasp of fresh air. Pale blue eyes blinked open rapidly, slightly glazed over while she gazed up into the monochrome wolf's rich sapphire jewels. Tira's floppy ears had folded back to her head, bouncing with every heavy breath she drew in. Her face burned hot and flushed with color, but despite her blush, she didn't feel embarrassment or regret. She just felt hot all over—a heat she was gradually becoming familiar with. Azzie's smile and giggle brought about a grin and giggle from the wolf-dog as well, her brain still reeling and trying to catch up to where her body was at. Azzie squeezed her tighter and Satira responded by flexing her leg around Azzie's waist, pulling herself even tighter to the larger woman. She could have no idea that this was the first time Azzurra had ever been with someone smaller than her, or her first time taking charge, but Tira would feed into that naturally. To her, her friend had just obtained her liberation, and if she wanted to enjoy that by taking charge and loving her, then she'd gladly give herself over to Azzie's every whim and wish and let her explore this new dominant side of herself.

While they held each other's gazes, Satira felt curious paws begin to wander and roam over her body. Each touch Azzie graced her skin and fur with left fiery tingles in its wake, nearly making the wolf-dog girl squirm and whine again. Tiny speckled paws pulled at the fur on Azzie's chest, her feline claws combing through the thick plush coat. She watched with rapt delight while the other woman leaned in for another kiss, and Satira pushed her muzzle up to meet Azzie halfway, feeling their mouths lock again with a needy whine while they kissed just as passionately as they had been, slipping seamlessly into making out as if they'd never stopped. Tira's fluffy tail wagged with abandon, beating the furs beneath them without care until one of Azzie's paws slipped down lower to tighter around her waist, drawing a whimpering moan from the little hybrid and causing her tail to flag on reflex the lower that paw went, a silent plea in her body language for what she wanted from Azzurra. She didn't want the wolf to stop doing what she was doing to her. The attention, the affection, the lust... it was oh so addictive and Tira wanted more!

"Satira"