Lost little lamb

Her returned fervor took him by surprise. How it was still able to do so, he didn’t know. But when he felt her tongue across the soft skin in his mouth he moaned into her, leaning forward. Had it been long enough? Had she healed, would she be okay? Why do you think I started the tea? The minx. He hadn’t realised what she’d been preparing. Everything inside of him woke up, his body felt electrified as she tugged him forward.

She made her promise, systematically removing any doubts he could have as she seduced him. But he went willingly, pulling her to his chest as he reached behind her and tugged at her scruff, growling into her coat. He wanted her, and only her. “Top or bottom?” he whispered into her ear, tugging at the appendage with his teeth.


"Basilisk Fatalis"