Nighttime Madness

Nothing else mattered to this female, not while she had a sexy hunk of wolf before her. Not even the slight breeze through the willows pulled her attention away from him. A soft chuff erupted from her maw, a happy sound indeed. It wasn't often that this happened to her, and she was going to soak in every. Single. Moment. A guttural purr-like sound followed, watching this beast squirm before her. She was beating him at his own game, and her victory was sweet.

Speaking of sweet... Othello hummed softly at his first set of words. Yes, many things were running through her mind as well, thoughts that almost made her toes curl. His warm breath ruffled the fine hairs on her face, and she closed her eyes to revel in its heat. She could swear that she could taste his wants in that breath, feel the base need warm the two of them. She could surly bask in this for a lifetime. When he pulled his face to her neck, she leaned into his touch as he drew in her own unique scent. She rubbed her cheek against his neck, her sensitive whiskers shaking as they contacted his dark neck. The to her surprise, a wet, hot lick was placed on her ear. Her audit flickered at the contact, her body shuttering with a feeling of need. Oh how she wanted more of that.

"Why have just a taste when you can have oh-so-much more, dearest Crucifix." She whispered, using her close advantage to place her words very close to his own ear. She wanted him to quiver the way he was making her. Pulling her tail close, she turned her body so that she was able to tickle his flank with her tails long, curly tail. She did not miss him admiring her appendage so, and would use that to her advantage.