About HIGH Time

Silly Scorpion, who else would she have gotten herbs from? She didn't talk to many other wolves, and she was rather shy of exploring the pack because of who resided there. She saw his flinching as she moved and rustled herself around, and she made her whole body freeze. A pout covered her pretty little face, looking around to make sure that he wasn't hurt. "Did I hurt my Scorpy-poo?" She asked with a whine, licking all over his face. The scent of herbs was heavy on her breath as she showered him in licks. She didn't mean to give him a boo boo! She whined softly, but found that his body seemed to be rather unharmed. Oh joy! That was good.

Her tail calmed, she wrapped it around his hind leg and purred softly when she told him the news. His playful growl teased her ears as she buried her face in his fur, the texture of it so appeasing and oh so soft. He called her his, and a flash of desire suddenly rushed though her body. Still full of excitement, it was easily turned to something else. She was his, and she would give him the best gift of all. "My Scorpion, my lord and my King. I give you all that I have, and I will bare you an army of sons." She said, her voice still loud, but a note of desire ringing in those tones. His claws ran though her fur setting her skin on fire. Her body was ultra sensitive, his simple caresses sent her moaning his name. Nipping around his neck, her body was alight with the heat of his touch. Her pupils contracted like mad she tried to focus on his handsome face. "My Lord, my protector." She said softly, with each word placing another kiss around his neck. Her tail tightened on his leg, tugging playfully as she wiggled carefully down so that she was right on top of his, uh.. jewels. A wicked grin crossed her face as she nipped at the sensitive skin that rested close to the good stuff.

But Othello wasn't done. Oh no, she had a game in mind. With a single claw she drew shapes around him, teasing her with her ever so soft touch. She wanted to get him distracted, occupied by her touch. "I heard men like the chase." She mumbled, flashing him an even wider smile and she stood and took off, racing away from him with her luscious laugh blowing in the wind behind him. The herbs made her silly, and playful. So why couldn't she play sex games? Plus, he did like to chase her, did he not. She turned and winked over her shoulder, weaving skillfully around the field. He had long legs and wouldn't have a problem catching up to her, but hopefully her lustful touches had given her a bit of a head start. She had a large belly that slowed her down, but hey! A game was a game.