Lost little lamb

It was so easy to get lost in his Igg.y to forget his worries, and the world around her. When they were like this, it was just the two of them. No pack, no dramas. Her twitching and shuddering only spurred him on. She pulled her hips free, fueled by her need and he quickened his attentions. Her claws dug into his flesh, and the pain mixed with the pleasure he felt with her desire.

He felt the moment she reached her climax, and he laid a kiss there, before slowly climbing his body upwards again, moving gently over her, kissing her fur until he reached her muzzle. “My turn.” He whispered, pressing down against her, into her. His body trapping her gently against the floor. His need, driven by every sound and movement she had made was obvious. He groaned, and pressed his head into her neck. Lost in her.


"Basilisk Fatalis"