Aglow

Morwenna felt the halting breath hitch behind Kaija's throat. Wenna knew she was forward, and she was delighted when the larger woman pulled herself in closer. Then she admitted that maybe they didn't have to go back so soon. Maybe they could linger a little longer.

She drew in a sharp breath as the tusks brushed against her neck and her fur was gently pulled. Something about how her hushed whispers set the scene so elegantly. Wenna felt her shoulders begin to melt and soften, tenderly displaying her vulnerable throat for Kaija. Telling her yes, Wenna wanted whatever this was. A slender leg wrapped around the stronger stockier one. One built for speed the other built for battles. Morwenna pressed her head into Kaija's neck and slowly reached her nose up to quaintly taste the woman's lips. A question, an invitation, no pressure.