We'll call it a draw

Satira wasn’t kept waiting long before she heard the heavy footfalls of her live-in lover following her into their shared bedroom and then saw his massive fiery red and smoky black form coming up behind her in the mirror’s reflection. A salacious grin grew slowly across her lips as she felt his presence behind her, heard his rumbling baritone voice express his interest in her suggested ways of unwinding, then felt his large muzzle nudge and nuzzle at her cheek from behind. A light, airy giggle escaped the petite fae as she relished his affections, leaning into him subtly as she played coy and kept her eyes on their reflections, quite liking the way her smaller form looked framed and eclipsed by his own. That enjoyment only grew when she watched Ciná sit back on his haunches and reach for her, one giant, strong foreleg looping around her slender midsection and pulling her effortlessly back towards him.

Those giggles of hers continued, evolving into a pleased murr as she reclined her petite form back into his grasp, the wolf-dog girl very much liking being held by this massive brute. Cináed’s explicit comment about not being too sore to take her to bed either elicited a delighted hum from Tira, her little grin growing to flash rows of pearly white teeth with thinly veiled lewd anticipation. "Hmm, is that so…?" she hummed in feigned innocent curiosity, tilting her head back to meet his gaze with a sultry look in her own blue eyes, batting long lashes up at him. "Well, if you do a good job helping me clean my coat, maybe I’ll give you a nice treat." Holding his gaze with her own smoldering look, Tira let her fluffy tail sway backward between them, brushing over Ciná’s male anatomy in lewd suggestion. Giggling to herself again, Satira batted at his giant paws around her midsection with dainty paws. "That does mean you're gonna have to let go of me though, unless you're planning on carrying me to the river."

"Cináed & Satira"