Apparently lightning can strike twice

It had become abundantly clear to Satira exactly where Cináed's mind was going the longer she noticed him playing less and less attention to what she was saying and more and more attention to every part of her besides her face. The little wolf dog didn't mind, of course; in fact she quite enjoyed the attention Ciná gave her. It made her feel beautiful, sexy, powerful. All feelings Tira could get addicted to if given enough of them! Ciná's attention had become like a drug to her, a powerful narcotic she was helpless to resist. The more he fed her craving for attention, the more she desired. She challenged him to see what he'd bring to a relationship between them, and with a sly grin, the giant fire and smoke brute began to list off his qualifications as if he were applying for a job. Tira humored him, listening while he ascribed himself a talented fighter, a decent hunter, and a capable craftsman. All noble traits that she was sure Kotori would be interested in hearing. But what she wanted to hear was much more specific...

As if reading her mind, Ciná declared that none of those skills had been what she was looking for. Satira raised an eyebrow, shooting the taller man a curious look. He was 100% right, of course, but that didn't mean she was going to make this easy for him. That confident grin still lingering on his lips, Tira watched while the Praetor wolf brought himself closer to the pool of water, slipping seamlessly into the hot spring beside her with a contented sigh. No sooner had he gotten settled in on the ledge she was on, Tira felt huge, strong paws grab her by her slender sides, making her yelp in surprise as the dire wolf manhandled her with little to no effort. The grin playing on her lips grew wider, flashing pearly teeth while she giggled and kicked her legs in playful resistance, splashing the water while he maneuvered her where he liked.

Cináed set Satira down in his lap, her body still mostly under the warm water while she settled herself in against him, wriggling her hips into his to get comfortable. Tiny speckled paws reached up to grab at the waterlogged fur of his chest, grinning up to his handsome face with playful sultriness sparkling in her iridescent blue eyes. Ciná's paws wasted no time beginning to roam and wander over her body, feeling up every part of her from her back and sides down to her hips and thighs. Soft purring murrs peeled from the young woman, her back arching under his touch while dainty paws combed through his thick fur with her sharp feline claws extended to gingerly prick at his skin and toned muscles. Ciná declared that she needed someone to share her spacious bedroom with, then eagerly volunteered himself while pulling more giggles and murrs from her when he squeezed her toned thighs in his powerful paws.

"Oh is that so?" purred Satira in a voice that dripped with heated lust for the brute. The hybrid pulled her body tighter to his, pushing her hips back with a slow roll to grind herself into him, her fluffy tail dipping beneath the water like a snake to find its way between his legs and over some very sensitive bits. "That's an awfully bold claim. Maybe I should make you prove what you can do now that we're both sober and you won't pass out on me after ten minutes." A seductive giggle left Satira in an airy breath, holding Ciná's golden gaze with half-lidded eyes while she leaned closer to nip her fangs at his chest, rolling her hips back once again into him, daring him to take the bait and give her what her heat-crazed body demanded.

"Satira"