Stir the coals

Basilisk gave another husky laugh, enjoying every moment with Ignita. He could scent her need, and knew she felt the same fire that stoked his belly. He would never have his full of her. “Mercy….?” he breathed into her fur, kissing her belly in little trails. Parting the fur and touching his nose and lips to the vulnerable skiing beneath. “Mercy, is it?” he teased, moving his body a little further over her. He tucked her legs between his back legs, and arched his belly down onto her as he raised his head back to her face.

He kissed her ears, her throat. “Mercy little bird? I’m fresh out.” He teased, scraping the back of his teeth down her cheek fur. His movements had been slow up until then, but moving suddenly, he scooped his paws under her, pulling her up suddenly and into his belly as he flopped down on the ground hard onto his back. Pulling her onto his belly and letting her flop lightly on the protective surface of his skin. His eyes laughed at her. “Meditation or den?”