A Thorn In My Side

The heady scent of the male wrapped around her muzzle, taunting her with his own lustful toxins. She almost salivated at its tantalizing notes, her tongue slowly running over her lips. Her eyes grew lidded the more he pressed into her, his heat almost boiling to the touch. His teeth grazed her skin, causing her to sharply intake a breath, then hiss it out between her clenched teeth. His nips almost made her shake out of her skin, a soft sigh turning into a breathless moan. Oh she wanted him to take her now, she could hardly stand not being able to touch him, she itched to cover his body in her own, to rasp his multi-hued coat with her tongue.

Othello felt him press against her backside, her lidded eyes popping open wide as she looked back at him, taking in a deep breath. Was he going to take her now? She rose to her paws, pressing her hindquarters against him as she whined again, not allowed to speak yet. Wiggling that sexy tail of hers, she tempted him by wafting over her heat scent to him. She grinned wickedly as his growl sounded, but still he held back. It was her turn to grow, a higher note than his own. He spoke, which means at last she could open her maw. "Only for you, my lord." She said softly, willing as always to play this game. She molded into the role perfectly, and that satisfied her. Ah... satisfied. That is what she craved.

Did she wish to have her way? Did she ever! A playful, sexy growl ripped through her maw as she turned, crashing into his chest as she whined and covered his face in her velvety kisses. It was her turn to nibble at his skin, pulling and tugging to get him to feel the same as her. She wanted to bring life to every nerve on that masculine body of his. She purred and cooed, resting her lips by his ear. "Won't you please take me m'lord?" Her voice was that of a vixen, a true seductress.