A Thorn In My Side

She felt that craving need bouncing off of them once more, something that was becoming so oddly familiar, even though this was their first meeting. She knew that by this simple reaction, it would for sure not be their last coupling. Her throat rumbled at the thought, her tail happily wagging between his legs. Her elongated limb twined around one of his legs, her knotted curls clinging to his shorter fur. Othello loved being this close to him, and never wanted to leave this rock. She wanted him to take her again, but felt his hesitation. She was sure that he felt it like she did, sore on every inch of their beings. She giggled softly, burring her face in his soft chest fur, the top of her head just hardly touching his chin.

He nipped at her, not helping calming her lusty thoughts. "My Lord taunts me with his touches." She said softly, another soft laugh bubbling up. It was true though, her cheeks were a rosy hue under her creamy fur. He moved from above her again, but took his time getting off. She looked after him longingly, a slight chill replacing the heat that he had trapped above her. Making no more sounds, she waited until he settled himself. When he called her a name, she grinned up at him. "I will be anything you want to be." She cooed, flipping over on her flank and wiggling herself closer to the beast. Her eyelids drooped, exhaustion clouding her violet eyes. Nuzzling his shoulder, she got into a comfortable position at his flank. A deep, restful sigh whistled out of her maw. She longed to rest, but kept her sleepy eyes trained on his multi-coloured face. Blinking slowly, she just grinned up at him like an idiot.