Stir the coals

The Warlord gasped with pleasure, leaning into her and wanting more. Everything about her drew him in… he thrust again, before pausing. He gave a wicked chuckle. With her sounds, her writhing warm joy, he almost didn't want to stop. But he was in control, of himself and of her. He pulled himself free, and left her hanging. He kissed her cheek, a warning in the glint of his eyes. “You want more?” He whispered breathlessly in her ear. He did, he did so badly. He wanted to claim her again and again. Instead he pulled himself off her and onto his paws.


“You want it? Catch me.” He dared her, and launched himself forward and away, leaping around to the quieter and more obscured edges or the Col. Would she give chase?