Second Chances All Around
02-22-2014, 12:45 PM
He finally found the sense to stay where he was, simply watching the ebony bitch with mild amusement and arousal. He finally got control of his jaws long enough to murmur that he would never surrender in this battle, but a better view would be a lovely thing indeed. She chuckled, a throaty sound that reverberated through her chest as she nibbled lightly at the base of his jaw, dragging a slow trail of drawn out kisses down the length of his muscular abdomen and stopping just before she got to the good part. The obsidian temptress pulled her lengthy frame slowly up his again, sure to let his feel every inch of her frame slide up against his own heated body. A bark toned forepaw caressed her chest, her foreleg, slowly and gently. She grinned down at the immense beast, running her tongue along her teeth and letting out a faint growl of semi-feigned pleasure. Maybe the key to winning the game is to pretend you're losing. She mused to herself as another rough pad caressed her flat belly, taking it's time to alight upon her fired nerves before retreating. Cranium would lower to run a long salmon tongue under his jaw, as a massaging nuzzle was felt at her neck muscles. Baritone vocals were soft and starting to become more and more anxious, which forced the jet furred soldier to stifle a grin. "Ready when you are, big boy." Sultry soprano lyrics would purr in reply, as she nuzzled his neck and slid herself forwards evermore, resting her elbows on the ground as she lay with her muzzle brushing along the side of his, fire and ice optics glittering as they stared hungrily into his own sea foam pools. This was getting interesting, by now her job could have been done, he could be dead or sleeping it all off right here while she left the scene and went on to bigger and better things. While she was starting to become bored by his lack of surrender, it was also a new twist on the game, to actually be forced to put in all her effort. She was firing on all cylinders, just because he refused to let her charms win him over. Gently would she kiss at his cheek, lifting a forepaw and dragging it along his flank at a nice, slow pace, just hard enough that he could feel her wickedly sharp talons through his thick fur. How much longer would this take? She didn't have all day to seduce this brute. SOLDIERS FOLLOW MY LEAD, REPEAT AFTER ME -PLATINUM- |
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