black mambo [fiamette]

She laughed – a thick and succulent sound that folded neatly within his ears. The young man’s green eyes remained trained upon her, unblinking, ensnared. She moved closer and his muzzle pivoted to follow, his lips lightly parted as if words were braced at the very edges. He was silent though. The red female crept closer and closer, and he stayed where he was. He did not feel threatened exactly, and though caution endured in a small dose, he was entranced and far too curious to let it repel him from this stranger. She was next to him then, whispering in his ear. With her intentions clear enough, Nagendra’s gradually tensing muscles relaxed, and his lungs gently pushed an inaudible breath free. He did not turn to face her, but instead let her words linger in his ear a moment, thinking. ”Your needs shall not be neglected either,” his voice fell deeper, sultry and suddenly assured as he turned his head to look at her. A single step would test the water, seeing how close she might let him get. He wanted to smell her, push his nose into the plush fur of her neck.