black mambo [fiamette]

Her fur is soft, and she smells nice. He inhaled deeply, attempting to drag his muzzle gently along a fraction of her neck before she shifts away. He was pleased that it seemed his charms still applied in this land (at least, he felt he must’ve been somewhat appealing to attract the attention of a wanting woman). She would hum softly, and press her heated voice into the air in inquiry. Nagendra said nothing, but for a moment let his eyes rove her body appraisingly. This all was a very pleasant surprise – to marvel at something so enchantingly different looking, and now be able to explore it on another level. Unless of course this was all a trick. She seemed to want it though. A sudden, faint smirk flicked across his previously hollow expression, and he would glide closer, attempting to trace along her spine with his muzzle downward. Her gaze would be met with his own, his little smirk remaining quirkily coiled across his lips. If she did not object, he would gently rear up to take what she had offered.

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