Dog Without Flaws

Morwenna pulls in a sharp breath as the lavender eyes drink in her deep wisteria. The rumble and murmur from the other woman pulsate within Wenna like a tempting delectable song. A whisper, a paw at the back of her head, and the faint brush of teeth over her lip render her speechless. She hums into Callie's mouth as her lips part to try and respond with something witty but her words escape her, instead they greedily clasp at those pale dangerous lips. A dainty white paw is pulled up to tenderly weave her dull claws into the soft lavender fur of the girl's chest. A spell woven between them as she gently presses her slender body into the soft curves of Calliope. Who was leading who? It didn't matter. She swooned against the powder keg of power. She was bewitched to appeal and offer whatever Calliope wanted.