Echoes of a Chase

Together, with Kaino's hunting prowess and Sephiran's size, they chased the elk to the edge of the Sound and brought it down. The elk lay on the white expanse of snow, bleeding out from a pair of saber holes in its throat and Kaino lay a short ways off, panting and regaining her breath. The svelte fae rolled onto her back, stretching delightfully before rolling back to her paws. After shaking the clinging snow from her smokey coat, she made her way towards Sephiran, a gleam in her cool colored eyes.

Before they'd been rudely interrupted by the elk, he'd been asking her to clarify just what would look nice beneath him. Stepping into his space, the woman leaned up, licking a bit of blood from one long saber and then his dark lips. "I would look good beneath you, sweet cousin," she purred. It was no secret that Kaino was a touchy-feely lady. Physical contact was a necessity. Without it, she'd wither and die. As such, it was easy for her to touch and be touched. Even with a curmudgeon like Sephiran.

Having broken the seal on touching and having laid out her desire to be pinned beneath him, Kaino took a step back. The elk wasn't going anywhere fast and they had time for a bit of fun before they needed to drag it back to the kill den. Kaino flashed her Sultan a sultry smile, then turned and ran. Ah, they both loved a bit of chase before the real fun began. She would give him his fun before he had his reward.

"Kaino Saxe"