Orgasmic

Queen of Heaven
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to say he was a grumpy wolf was an understatement. not far in, and she gave up trying to see otherwise. rather she accepts his brooding company to which he then offers something more valuable than his scold. "be careful of the fumes." she looked at him as she sat upright, letting the water cascade down her soused pelt, muscles & sleek figure becoming evident as she decided to slowly emerge out the pool. dripping, wet and somehow highlighted in such a night while steam surrounded her. it was surely a sight the other wouldn't forget. she was ethereal without effort- surely this, he could not scorn her for. she was alluring not by choice.
"thank you for the cautionary." she spoke, direct and deep vocals- not the norm that every female possessed. her voice was velvety, thick and effeminate. like a heavy syrup that swam above the airs. crips and authoritative. "my name is ishtar, if you're interested in becoming acquaintances." she left it up to him while she stood just before the brink of her pool. the cold began to set in. "pardon my intrusive inquiry, but are you birthed from the lineages of amores?" ishtar spoke with intelligence and formality; her etiquette smooth, natural. her personality was an elegant one in terms of self. the woman might've been a part of the younger tribes, but her personality was admirable no doubt to her elders. a serious child, she was always called during her childhood. one of the one who kept others in line & gave hope to the future generations.

"talk" 'think'