walk through flames
01-21-2015, 09:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2015, 09:49 PM by Motif I.)
She finished passing him and would find herself in the lead. It took a serious effort of will not to flaunt her ass as him as he got a good view of its perfect proportions. Despite her force of will, her tail did give a soft, seductive swish behind her as he padded forward to keep time with her. She could still sense and feel him near her, he didn't seem to worried about personal space and her mind couldn't help but wonder time and time again to their first encounter. He knew her hormones where raging widely out of proportions and she struggled to find the part of her that was a mother, a dotting sister, a responsible Alpha... but being a seductress had always been a part of her wilder nature, and he brought all of that out of her in a full flood of emotions that was wild and hard for her to control. When he spoke next his voice was husky and she wondered if she was getting through to him, with the slight strut that had fallen into her stride, and the hypnotic sway of her tail that timed perfectly with the soft tred of her paws on the dark earth. If he couldn't tell by now that she ached for him, then he truly was blind, and unaware, lost in other places and times. “Its a chilly night” she replied, not answering the question, unable to outright lie to this perfect creature, even as she did all in her power to wrap him around her little finger. Her voice itself was oddly quite, forcing down the purr that wanted to accompany it it sounded instead lonely, and confused, perhaps that was the part of the day-to-day Motif slowly falling further into the crevices of her soul. "Speech" |
