If Walls Could Speak

She didn't say much else but growled through some sort of acceptance to what he wanted to do to her, for him. As he indulged in her she played an easy part in building more desire between the two of them. Her back legs wrapped tightly around his shoulders but she still rocked from above him like a wave as he lead on. It would only be another short moment before she let her soft, feline paws wander everywhere between his thighs. She teased him in more effort than he was her, almost careful about the places she touched until it was no longer a thought of where they would end up. Only soft moans as he did his own work, a realm she didn't have too much experience in herself when it came to her own pleasure this way. For men though, it was different. She indulged the same way he did with her tongue, gently at the edge but full deep soon while she was careful to handle him gently because one wrong move could have seriously maimed him. That could have been part of the thrill.

She really could go on until he couldn't anymore, but she'd beat him to it because the aching she felt for him to be joined with her another way was almost unbearable. Maybe he could tell by the way she moved with him and the noises she let out. She used a paw to push herself away from him but wouldn't fully remove himself from him, instead spinning agilely, crossing her own paws until they were met face to face. She couldn't help the smirk as she looked and fell back down on top of him still not done with the game. She was drawn to the physical attention more than anything, it didn't really matter in what way. She brought her nose to linger nearly lip to lip, letting out a hot breath as she pressed herself against him still egging on the tease. A paw pressed down center of his chest as she would finally come to join them together, extracting her claws into the thick of his chest as if she could feel and touch his fast beating heart from there. To her he seemed to enjoy the pain it brought, but it was probably more the frenzy of drive to kill, even if it was his own blood. The seclusion of the soulless forest fit for the two of them, though she wouldn't care who could wander in. She was still in the mind of a loner. And this was rooted down in their primal ancestry.

"Fiametta"