Beware! Herein is contained the Den of the Lascivious Leopard

[Annisthyrienne]

*His continuing nibbles on my ear have me squirming and writhing, making it hard to concentrate on what he is saying. But I try to take in the information. It could be important to my quest.*

Well, chaos isn't necessarily a bad thing. People name it chaos when things are unpredictable, as is often the case with an enchanted forest, especially if some of my fae cousins are involved. A band of pixies or sprites will make things pretty chaotic, but not necessarily bad.

*Tilting my head back to expose my throat to his nibbles, I can't help but let out a low moan as my eyes flutter closed. This could quickly get out of hand.*

 

[sombrablanca]

*My own thoughts are a bit more marshalled. It seems to be the storyteller that tries to break out from me once in a while. My own more primal instincts are quickly rising though. I was already a rather aroused afterall.* Mmm. Exactly. Chaotic it is.

*I kiss her swiftly, deeply, my hand tangling in her hair, then til her head again. First a claw traces the jugular, then my tongue, razor sharp teeth under an inch from her throat. I can almost smell her blood, and can feel her pulse* Neither evil nor good nor neutral. A bit of all of the above. I live on the far Northeastern border. The direction you began to head, a bit on you'd be heading into the heart. As it were.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* The aggressive turn of events have me trembling, soaked below, and not from the waterfall. His clawed fingers, twisted in my hair, pulling my hair to tilt my head back, exposing my throat to him, brings a mewling whimper from me. It is not from fear. I trust him not to hurt me. It is purely a visceral response. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch him as his muzzle draws close, nostrils flaring as he takes in my scent, those sharp fangs so close to my vulnerable flesh. I nod slightly, responding to his comments.....or is it a response to something else?

The night is fast approaching though, and I want to dry off before curling up in a warm pile of furs. Barely able to control my rapid breathing, I whisper,

Som, why don't you tell me more about the forest heart in your sleep chambers. It's been a long day, and we still need to dry off before curling up in the furs.

 

[sombrablanca]

*A slight growl leaves my throat before I note it. I do not want to stop tasting her. If we do I must. I keep it under control though, quelling the growl before it fully forms* *Maybe I'm channelling my ancient storyteller a bit too much. It wasn't uncommon for impassioned sequences to get out of hand.

I suppose we can, long as I get to dry you off! *I spring from the water, shaking vigorously to dislodge some of the water then bounding back with two towels before she can move. As soon as she is out the thick, fluffy towel surrounds her, gently working her hair, face, continuing the tale.* The Heart isn't always the center of a forest. Forests grow, change.

Usually the heart is near the oldest tree in the wood according to our legends. It may have fallen a thousand years before, or still be standing strong. The bigger and older the forest the bigger the power node, sense of presence. As your kin would say, it had a stronger heartbeat. For Chaos Ridge, the oldest mapped regions, are a few days from here. The chaos front has steadily moved away for centuries, but hm.. another thing

*My gaze focuses away from the beautiful body in front of me* I saw no weapons. You will need some. *then his sharp gaze catches on a bead of water that glistens in the light. I'm entranced, head darting in, rough tongue swiping at it. The towel, having made it to her ass stops a moment, my hands flexing, kneading*

Mmm, sorry. More later. *A bit of a promise to himself. He forces himself to pull back a little, finish the drying job so they can go to bed*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The growl chills me and I can't help the quiver that it brings. There is an inherent hint of danger, but just enough to thrill me. But he agrees to my requested hint. He moves fast, so fast! I barely begin to rise from where I sit, moving out from under the waterfall, when he shakes himself, spraying droplets everywhere. If I was not already wet, I would be soaked. I throw my arms up to shield myself, laughing at his exuberance.

By the time I lower my arms to see him again, he is already wrapping me in a thick fluffy towel. I listen as he dries my body, continuing his story about the forest.*

"What you describe sounds like what I've been seeing in my visions, Som. It makes me eager to see this place. But I need no weapons. I'm a healer not a warrior. Do you really think it's dangerous?"

*His strong hands move over my body, in the partial pretext of drying me, I sense he is feeling me, fondling and squeezing my breasts, my waist, my hips, and finally my butt. He darts in to lick a droplet of water off my chest, and his rough tongue laps over my areola, just flicking at my nipple. I let out a gasp, and at the same time, my arms go around his neck, holding tightly, my hips pressing tight against his.*

"Oooh, Som! Take me to your bed!"

 

[sombrablanca]

*I chuff my agreement lifting her so her legs can wrap around him if she wishes. The towel isn't even dropped. I just scoop her up, carrying her swiftly to the second largest room in the series of caverns* As M'Lady wishes. Though I do not think that we shall sleep very soon.

*My claws dig, knead, once again showing my feline nature* I think I shall be feasting...and breeding... *My teeth find her throat again, tasting her, wanting to feel her pulse quicken rapidly for me.*

*The room entered is rustic, done in earth tones and furs. That is about all the bed is, a mass of thick furs that're kind of penned in and supported by thick evergreen boughs that add a very nice fragrance. There is a small table and chair set, a few pictures and a fireplace. Along the backwall is a case willed with books. Beyond that his armory.*

*I spin at the last moment, falling into the furs back first so I crush Thyri with my weight.* This is my bedroom. *At least that is what is should be. The words are mangle by the things my mouth are doing to her breasts.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*He lifts me suddenly and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me from the chamber. Fitting my form tightly against his, I can feel his stiff member beneath my bare mound, and I pull myself up on his body just enough to position the length of his shaft between my nether lips. My violet eyes lock on his for a brief instant as I feel his clawed fingers digging into my flesh, supporting my weight as he carries me to his bed. And then the gaze is broken when he takes my throat again.

Yes! I want you to take me, 'breed' me, make my yours tonight. I want to feel you inside me again!

*His mouth and sharp teeth move from my throat to my breasts as we fall onto the furs. I let out a startled squeal and twist my body in his arms, trying to gain the position I want. He is beneath me, and I can feel his hardness under my cunt. Reaching back, I find him, grabbing his shaft and sliding his sheath back, exposing the hot hardness of his cock. I'm already dripping with wanting him, so it's not difficult to guide him to my entrance and slip him inside me. My eyes widen slightly as I feel his instincts take over, making him thrust his full length into me as soon as he senses my heat upon his shaft. I moan my pleasure as he fills me completely, pressing myself backwards, impaling myself on him to the hilt.

Oh god! Fuck me, my beast!

 

[sombrablanca]

I love the way you think minx. *I have no objection at all when I feel her hand, or the tight glove of her quim sliding down, around my shaft, her weight and gravity working to grind her snugly and completely on me as possible.* You know why I like my Queens on top? *A gasped phrase, partially due to my repeated chuffing* This! *I lean up, claws suddenly raking down her spine. I latch onto her nipple at the same time, knowing it'll send exquisite sensation through her body, making her clamp down on me even harder.*

And this. *my hand slides down ther hip, a soothing trail left now instead of the fiery one. The downy pad of my thumb rubs her clit in little circling motions, shifting and adjusting til the hood is pushed back, the very fine fur rubbing directy on the center of most women's pleasure.*

Especially when I have such an enthusiastic rider. *no longer arched to bite and claw, my hips can pound up into hers. My cock can grind even deeper. My left hand raises, falling hard enough on her ass cheek to leave a bit of heat that is intensified by my groping, squeezing.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* The fiery sting of exquisite pleasure/pain makes my back arch, thrusting my modest breasts out to him, and my hips drive down hard on him. Internally, I feel myself clench around him, but my hips have other ideas, and begin to rock, my pelvis taking him in and out rhythmically. His touch on my clit brings a low moan, guttural, primitive, and my pace increases.

And would you say I'm enthusiastic enough? I pant breathlessly.

My movements come to a stop as his pick up in vigorous tempo. I hold my hips in place to receive his thrusts, gasping as he shows me his enthusiasm, and it pounds each breath out of me from inside, making my moan a staccato series of little primal grunts in time to his pistoning member drilling into my wet heat. I lean down over his chest, rubbing my nipples in his fur, delighting in the sensual feeling as he fucks me so fast and hard! The slap on my ass gives me a little start, making me cry out sharply. But it's all in the heat of the moment, and only adds to the stimulation. My hands on his chest curl slender fingers into the muscle there, entwining in the soft fur. I stretch my neck out above him, offering my throat again to his nibbling muzzle.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She woke up in the forest, not far from the small mountain that occupied her home, in a daze, barely remembering what happened before. She remembered the feelings, the wonderful way her body orgasmed and couldn't help but shiver.

She stood, dusting her fitted tshirt dress off quickly, glancing at her surroundings.

She needed more.

The trek wasn't far, only a little while before she glanced and found the Den once again, the pool nearby, sending shivers down her spine at the thought of last night. She glanced at the opening, walking through carefully. The sounds could easily be heard.

She creeped, soundlessly, thought she knew the alpha cat had probably already sensed her presence, stripping out her clothing, leaving a red bra and thong set in place of it, walking slowly til she stood in the door way.

 

[sombrablanca]

This female is amazing, seeming to know exactly what to do to please the most feral instincts in me. I love how she moves, riding me hard, deep, sliding my thickness as deep within her as she can take, then slowly, reluctantly pulling off before plunging back down again.

I watch, entranced by her face, her body, how hard her nipples are, how soft, smooth, yet firm the breasts they tip are against my own hard nipples. My hips continue to pump, but my nails dig sharply into her ass, needing her to keep thrusting. I like that she is willing to let me take my pleasure, at my tempo but it isn't what I need.

I want to be ridden. I need to feel her hips slamming to meet mine as I force my way even deeper into her, gasping in pleasure when I feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. My chuff is wild when I feel it seeming to give way the smallest hint. From what I'm told this could hurt a bit, but the need to be as deep as I can is too strong. She should've known breeding for a Queen is usually painful. Good thing is is usually exquisitely pleasurable as well. "Oh yes, ride your Beast Thyri. Mount me and ride and hard and fast as you can til you can take no more."

*Her movement, and desire in the new position make me adjust my head. This brings Neko's scent, then her image to my attention. My eyes lock with hers a moment before my attention is brought back to Thyri. A little moan makes my teeth snap shut, worrying and nibbling just at the base of her windpipe, leaving a small but distinct mark that'll fade quickly.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Sensing his desire, literally 'spurred' on by his claws pricking my butt, I begin moving my hips again, bouncing on his cock. The motions make my breasts dance enticingly. I cannot match his animalistic speed, but I can make up for it in other ways. I concentrate on my internal kegel muscles, squeezing and milking his shaft as I rise off of him, then take him in again, impaling myself on his rigid length.

I feel him deep within me, sparking a twinge of pain as he hits the opening to my womb. It makes me react suddenly, lifting off him with a little cry of pain and surprise. But his eager words of encouragement drive me to try to take him all the way. After all, it isn't the first time, and I can do something about the pain.

Closing my eyes to concentrate, breathing deeply and deliberately, I use my Healer skills to ease the pain, not taking away the pleasure, but blocking the hurt just enough to manage it. Brow furrowed with effort, I slowly ease back down onto him again until I feel him at the entrance to my cervix. I open my eyes, locking my gaze with is, letting out a long breath and giving a slight nod.*

I'm ready now, but go slow at first, okay? Ease it in and I'll try to take it all, Som.

*I lean down again, low over his body, pressing my breasts tight against him, and then slowly push myself backwards, onto his shaft. My eyes widen as I feel the tip of him pressing hard into my womb. My mouth opens in a moan, silent at first, then becoming a loud cry as he suddenly pops into me, filling me totally! God, I don't know if I can take him thrusting into me like this! Let him cum quickly!

His teeth close on my throat, making me whimper a little mewling cry. The sheer dominance of the act increases my flowing juices, soaking his fur covered loins.*

 

[sombrablanca]

*I pause only a moment within her. I really do not want to. I almost do not, just so damned excited am I by the bouncing elf. I know what it'll mean if I do though so I wait, enjoying her clamping down on me.

Her tightness is exquisite. Her firm breasts and hardened nipples call to me. They are so excited. I chew and suckle on them while she marshals the energy and calm required. My eyes widen when she presses down. Hard. "Ffffuuuucccckkkk."

My eyes roll into my head a moment. She is so tight, so small already. The feeling around the head of my cock, then the inch or two behind, of easing into her, the tightness not letting me jerk up, sink all the way quickly even though I want to. I love touching the back of her womb with my prick. She can barely take my full length.

I let her adjust as long as I can. Then my hands move on her ass again, lifting this time, making her slide off me til the bell end is starting to push as her cervix from the other way, then driving her back down with a gutteral cry of pleasure.

She is rolled over swiftly. I want leverage. I want to pound into her. Need to be in control when my seed enters her. This way I can pound down into her, driving her into the bed. Even though it is impossible I want to drive into her even harder. She is so wet, so slick I slide fairly easily, considering the tightness as well.

"Were she not so wet I couldn't fuck her at all. "Such a pretty, tight, wet quim. I fucking love it..." My thrusts are short, forced to be deep by that fact my turgid member being lodged where it it. Like one knotted, I don't think I could pull out til afterI cum, not that I'd do so willingly anyway.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The head of his cock popped into my womb suddenly, as if something gave way inside me. The reaction of my body was immediate and unexpected. I felt my insides spasm, clenching tightly around him as he began to lift me off him. Despite my preparations, it hurts inside, a dull pressure that feels like I'm being pulled inside out. But my body's reaction takes me by surprise.

Rhythmically spasming, clenching, tightening and loosening on him as my hips match the tempo. Short pelvic thrusts, answering his, not a conscious motion on my part, just sheer physical reflex. Each jerking reaction brings with it an exquisite pain, but oh so much pleasure too! I've never been so filled!

The reflexive spasms continue even as he rolls me beneath him. The motion should have dislodged him I thought, but it is as if he is locked into my womb somehow. Our bodies fit so tightly together, mine still clenching around his shaft. My staccato cries echo from the walls of the den as he begins to drive into me even more in this position. I cannot think, only react.

My fingers knot into the fur of his back and shoulders, holding on as if my life depended on it as he fucks me mercilessly. Though his thrusts are still shortened, necessarily so by his impalement in my womb, they come rapidly, as does my reflexive responses. It feels like the spasms of orgasm, but different; out of my control, sharp, jerking clenches, squeezing his cock, miking the seed from him as if my own womb craved it.

I look up into his face, seeing the raw wild need in his eyes and I can't help but respond to it. I hear a voice, growling, surprised to find it is mine. I feel my face curling into a feral snarl, feel my fingers curling into claw shapes, raking his back and shoulders. My body is reacting in this wild and savage way to this primal mating.

 

[sombrablanca]

*The clench, spasming, rapid pulsing on my cock are too much. I lose all control. I lift her hips, so I can get the perfect angle. My eyes are feral, teeth bared from the need coursing through my body.* Nnnngh.

*I have no words, all reasoned thought having fled under the onslaught of emotion, sensation. Her nails raking me have stolen the. Sweet, sub little Thyri is raking my back hard enough to draw beads of blood that stain my fur. She seems almost in a state of constant orgasm, though*

*Just like a Queen being brutally mated. It is nearly perfect. Then I see her face, eyes, the wild, needing, wanton looks that mirrors my own. The words are meaningless to me. There is only tone, and they way her body is responding to my taking of her. They are such my balls draw up. My cock swells. The thrusting loses its rhythm, turning into wild, uncontrolled and uncontrollable.*

*one clawed fingertip moves down. I still have no words but it is obvious what I want. I want her pleasure. I want her to cum so she'll milk me even harder, maybe even scream for me. The claw leaves a red trail. A single bead of blood appears where the clawing starts, just between her breasts.*

*The coppery tang blossoms, mixing and twining around the scent of yearning female sex. My tongue darts out, lapping, tasting. my clawtip continues, stopping just above where I see my cock disapprearing into her. I use it in such a way the back of it grinds against her continuously, the rending end barely catching against her each time I surge forward.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*He shifts my hips and the new angle lets me raise my legs up, locking them around his pistoning hips. I dig my fingers in tighter, pulling myself up against his body. Seeing his teeth bared, eyes wild, hearing his snarls and yowls, all of it drives me to a frenzy and I sink my teeth into his shoulder muscle, just at the base of his neck. I feel his fur on my tongue, feel my teeth clamp on hard muscle, feel, also, his cock pushing further into me, so hot, so stiff!

His thrusts become erratic, I can feel him swelling inside me, splitting me apart even more! Then his claw pierces my flesh, even as his cock is piercing me. I feel the warm trickle of my blood being shed, followed by his rasping hot breath and his licking tongue. It makes my skin feel like it's on fire!

His claw traces down my body, coming at last to my over-sensitized clit and it pushes me over the edge with a shrill scream. My legs tighten so suddenly that I inadvertently kick his back, pulling him into my body closer, feeling his cock swell inside me, about to deliver his cum. There is no room for thrusting now, we are so tightly entrapped within each others' embrace. I cling to him, riding through his punishing onslaught of my tender body, awaiting that hot splash of his cum to bathe my womb.

 

[sombrablanca]

*The bite is almost more than I can take. An explosion of pleasure and pain fries my cortex. It is unexpected, as are the heels that keep me so tight I can not move. I hiss my pleasure as the orgasm forces it's way through her* Yesss. Cum. Cum for me my elf! Cum on your Beast!!*I find my tongue for that. Her pleasure pleases me. As a male, knowing my mate has cum from my attentions is one of the biggest pleasures there is*

*It also makes her clench me harder, making her tighter. Her pussy floods with her cum, bathing me in more heat, wetness. I cum. My seed spurts from me in gouts. My back arches, mouth open but no sound coming out. I add to her heat, her wetness. My cock is already driven against the back of her womb. Coming out at such pressure, she has to feel it, bouncing, then pooling around the cock invading her deepest most sacred depths til I can give no more, slumping forwards onto her.*

* My whole body twitches, shakes, euphoria crashing against me like a massive storm against the cliffs above. I'm rigid as the cock splitting her wide, muscles spasming. It seems to never end, but all things must. The pleasure finally ebbs a bit, my body falling onto hers. I have no control over it, limply lying against her as I catch my breath, trying to get some functionality again, and enjoying the afterglow.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*It takes me suddenly, intense, a rush of sensation unlike any other! His words fill my ears, vibrate within my mind, commanding me, encouraging me, so insistent! My body responds to a command conditioned within me and I cum! Gloriously! And again! I quake with it, tremble, impaled on his flesh spike, filling me totally!

The scalding squirt of his cum fills me and suddenly a gush of it splashes out between our bodies. I am so full, there is no more room inside me. His thrusts push more out of me, soaking us both, making a swampy mess of our bodies where they join. I cry out, a scream that turns to a primal growl. The heat of his cum brings a fever to me.

At last it begins to subside, his movements slowing and finally coming to a stop as he lies atop me, our breathing ragged and heavy. Residual twitches and spasms ripple though me in little aftershocks of pleasure my fingers uncurl, petting and stroking his fur where moments before they were clawing at him. All is gentle soothing now, the wild lustful frenzy fading.

We lie coupled together, still joined, as if one being, part elf, part leopard. I sigh in relief as I realize I came. I finally came!

 

[sombrablanca]

*As my cock slowly subsides I stay within her, enjoying how the aftershocks of her pleasure intensify my own. Her womb pulls a last weak pulse of cum from my balls, and a massive chuff blows air against her throat* I think I needed that almost as much as you did.

*This time we aren't locked so tight so my roll almost completely dislodges me from her. My cock pulls from her womb quickly, making it snap shut after the abrupt exit, trapping my cum exactly where it should be. I thrust my hips upward, shaking and moaning from the wet, satiny feeling enveloping my shaft once again. It delays the softening, though I'm no longer driven so very deep.*

*I hold her close. I'm a cuddlewhore. I love the slight weight of her body resting on mine. I love hearing how our breathing slows, gentles. Her stroking fingertips are nice, soothing. The beast, awakened by her slowly retreats back to his Den, awaiting the next time. My look is much more sane, controlled, and happy as I grin down at her. I am obviously sated for the time. My body is relaxed, my hands gently roaming her body, stroking, squeezing, caressing.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*He rolls me over, back on top. I'm exhausted and simply lay weakly on top of him, feeling him soften inside me, but unwilling to let his member leave me empty. Squeezing him internally, I feel him slip from my womb, less painful than the entry since he is smaller and softer now. One more thrust from him, lifting me slightly, as it seems like he wants to remain in the most intimate depths of my body.

He holds me tenderly now, the primal animal is gone, and in its place, a gentle being, caring even. I feel relaxed, sated, content and cared for, safe. Slowly my breathing calms, returning to normal. I stroke my fingers through his fur constantly, the feeling soothing to me even more. I feel like I'm petting him, though I don't think of him as a pet. I feel the gentle stroking of his hand son my body, soothing the sting of his claw marks from earlier. I know they will fade quickly, even without my healing attention, so it doesn't concern me.

Soon the mixed fluids from our sex begins to cool and become uncomfortable. I raise my head, looking into his eyes, and whisper,

"Som, let's go to the pool and clean ourselves before we sleep together. You might have to help me though, that was pretty intense!

 

[sombrablanca]

*Our cum mats my fur, and I know exactly how she feels. The feeling of her against me is worth it, and in a way it still is good. It is proof of both our pleasure* "Sounds like a plan to me, though you know, helping you over, cleaning you off, we might get all messy again. At least we'd already be there though." It is said as I sit up, then lift her, striding slowly towards the pool. I'm still a little shaky at first from the pleasures she has given me and the movement of her on the head of my cock but I steady quickly. Most of my length has retreated back into it's sheath by this point.*

"I love the way your hands feel. Ya know it is kind of like grooming. You know how us cats love our social grooming." A wide grin forms. I lean my head in a bit, nipping at her lower lip, being playful. "Have always loved the cuddling stroking aspect of postcoital interaction." is said as we enter the pools room.*

*I like the way the luminescent moss and worms color her skin, soft greens and blues. The water, as I slip us under it, feels amazing. Watching it pour over her body looks almost as good as it feels running through my fur*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*He lifts me in his strong arms, my body still wrapped around him, his length mostly still inside me. I feel so protected in his embrace. I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me. It's hard to imagine that our sex was so nearly a scrap as much as a liaison. His kind must have very interesting romances.

The water soothes as soon as it envelopes my body as he lowers me into the pool, but his gentle caresses help soothe me even more.

"Well, as long as that grooming doesn't include licking. I don't favor the idea of getting a hairball. I do love to cuddle though. We could do some more of that after our soak."

I wink to let him know I'm teasing. My own hands glide over his body even as he washes mine, grooming and stroking. Afterwards, we sit and soak together, contented and satisfied.

We may not get much sleep tonight. We didn't get very far this last time. It seems we were just in this pool not long ago.

 

[sombrablanca]

*I relax, moving as she needs me to to get fully cleaned while cleaning her.* True, hairballs are not fun. I love soap, and towels. *he grins widely, stretching, arms wrapping around her*


*I hold her close, claws tracing up and down her sides, over her stomach.* Speaking of last time I just need to do some final touches so your new gear fits you just right. I have a good memory especially when I enjoy something as much as I enjoyed the feel of your body against mine but in the brush comfort of gear is everything.

Hrm, would that be such a bad thing? I have zero complaints about the time we have been here. Besides, resting is for the dead. Unless you really want to sleep, I can keep myself in check. Probably. *my grin wides, one hand sliding up to grope her breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her nipple between them*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I hold him close, just enjoying the feeling of him stroking my skin. I shiver as his claws trace lightly over my tummy.

It's very kind of you to make those things for me. I'm getting tired of wearing those borrowed clothes from the Outlook. They never fit me very well anyway. In fact, I don't think I'll put them on anymore. I went naked before, I can do it again, at least until you get the other clothes finished. Somehow I don't think you'll mind, will you?

I smile at his question. "Oh, no, it wouldn't be so bad. We just wouldn't' get much rest is all. Unless........" Leaning in closer to his ear as his fingers find and pinch my nipple, I whisper,


Would you like to sleep coupled together, in each other's arms? Not as deep as before, mind you, but just enough to still be comfortable. I wouldn't mind. We could spoon. Would you like that position?

 

[sombrablanca]

It is no trouble at all. I have the extra deerskin, and I like you. *I look at her, wide grin on my lips widening as I shake my head. My gaze starts at her hair, moving down over her face, collarbone, breasts, taking in her form with a very appreciative gaze* No, no I do not think I would at all. Not sure I even could.

*I love her smell. It is unique. I can still smell our mating oozing from her pussy, though most is trapped deep within. I smell the soap I keep at the edge of the pool. I smell her own natural scent. I breathe her in deeply, my muzzle buried in her hair. Her words stir me, making he lengthen and harden again* I would like that very very much. We'll probably get even less sleep though. *I lick the shell of her ear, flicking along the delicate flesh*