Nothing's New

Everything she was feeling was hot and sharp, like electricity running through her veins. She was utterly aware of Absinth. Of the way her skin and fur felt pressed up against Raka. There was an ache blossoming down below that she was definitely embarrassed about. Warmth and need, spurred on by the nip of Absinth’s teeth in her skin. She was very, very aware that she was in too deep. But such a large part of her didn’t want to pull up. Didn’t want to let go of this moment, as terrifying as it was.

The orange wolf shivered as Absinth’s muzzle travelled up her throat. It left her feeling vulnerable and electrified, and so utterly alive. Feeling along with her instincts instead of experience, she felt herself arch up, pressing tighter against Absinth. She let the grip of her paw turn into claws. Digging into the fur against Absinth’s cheek. At the same moment, Absinth pressed her muzzle down onto Raka’s. Claiming her, tasting her, and pressing into her. Raka returned the affection. Her innocent, childish affections sharpened into something more. A part of her felt in that moment that she would follow Absinth to the end of the world if the white wolf but asked it of her.

She felt soft little whimpers build in her throat. She dug her claws deeper into Absinth. Pulling her closer as she felt the nip against her lip. Copying the more experienced wolf, she let her own teeth pull at the dark lips pressing against her - - and then it was over. Absinth pulled back, and they were both gasping for air. Raka was filled with so much feeling and she didn’t know what to do with it. She wanted to pull Absinth down harder against her and… and… and she didn’t know what.


"Karaka"