Show me how

Aresenn's eyes were fixated on Absinth, watching as anticipation bloomed on her features. Her eyes glimmered with excitement and her body was buzzing with energy, eager for his response. He relished in the role of being in control, dictating the rules of their game for her pleasure. As he observed her reactions, he noted the subtle shifts in her expression - the way her eyes twinkled with mirth, the way her lips curled into a playful smirk. It was these small yet intimate details that drew him to her even more. With his decision already made, he spoke casually but with a teasing undertone, "Well, I'm not sure what you prefer, but I'm more of a hard-way kinda guy myself." And without hesitation, he lunged for her. His muzzle dipped beneath her chest, between her two forelegs, as his upper body occupied the space. He crouched low, almost able to emerge from beneath her on the other side. Using his powerful legs, he effortlessly lifted her up- her hips resting into place over his shoulder.

He didn’t wait for her to get settled before marching his way back to their den with her- though of course, he wouldn’t allow her to fall off either.

"Aresenn Praetor"