Wolven Den

arrives in a glittering puff of smoke, surveying her surroundings she studies the lovely den, feeling it scream of Luna's taste from one end of the room to the other...

Wearing nothing, save for a small silver chain around her waist, her long black hair casading down her back in soft waves...she takes a seat on a rug in front of a small, burning fire in the fire place.....
 
Stalks in behind the pretty zy, feet silent. Am dressed in my work clothes~ black trousers, a blue button down shirt, 3 inch heeled loafers. Eyes are lined in severe black, mouth glossy but nude.

I stop and stare at the picture she makes, the fire burnishing her skin and highlighting her hair...she knows she is gorgeous..


I will forgive your fibbing...but only if you get up and properly greet me. A proper greeting? That is easy enough; a kiss, a hug...
 
looks serious for two seconds before pouncing dragon kin and kissing his cheek...

shhh I am trying to punish zy for fibbing...:D
 
looks serious for two seconds before pouncing dragon kin and kissing his cheek...

shhh I am trying to punish zy for fibbing...:D

*laughs, and hugs back, then moves over to a chair and curls up in it with my baby kitten jumping up into my lap for petting*
 
smiles at Luna before standing and wrapping her arms around her, holds her for a moment before tip toe-ing up to give her a small kiss on the cheek and then a hard, deep kiss on the mouth...
 
Pulls the zy tightly, wrapping arms around her to hold her still before allowing one small hand to drift downward, to cup a rounded cheek...before landing a stinging smack on the roundness. Teeth catch a pouty lip and tug...

You are so pretty...now no more fibbing to the Luna..
 
winces just slightly and then nods solemly Yes Miss Luna, I promise no more fibbing..... crosses her fingers behind her back and tries not to giggle
 
whispers into a pretty ear

crosses don't count, darlin' zy....

next time, it will be you and I and a spanking bench...

a slow wink, a wide smile
 
So, Mien Vulfen, we should brainstorm. Also, what thinketh thee of being a hot asian schoolgirl/pop star?
 
pouts and sighs, nodding in agreement OK, I really do promise although.... the spanking bench is kinda tempting.....
 
So, Mien Vulfen, we should brainstorm. Also, what thinketh thee of being a hot asian schoolgirl/pop star?

I can't do asian school girl, dragon kin...I would feel like a pervert...I am almost 40 you know!!!!

pouts and sighs, nodding in agreement OK, I really do promise although.... the spanking bench is kinda tempting.....

If you want the spanking bench, just ask...it will be my gift to you...though minx can tell you I do really MEAN things on that bench...

winks
 
I could picture Luna as the sexy Miki Yamaguchi, teacher of a rowdy group of boys who she daydreams about because she never has time for dates.
 
wanders in and looks around at the mess I have left. It has been a very long while since the last time I visited my Den with the intent of sticking around. With a sigh, I turn on some music and begin to clean: dusting toys, flipping cushions, running the vac...I so need a slave girl...
 
wanders in and looks around at the mess I have left. It has been a very long while since the last time I visited my Den with the intent of sticking around. With a sigh, I turn on some music and begin to clean: dusting toys, flipping cushions, running the vac...I so need a slave girl...

*clears throat, holding cleaning supplies* Need some help, Vulfen?
 
Turning from the door that leads to the unused back room, I grin at dragon kin...

Help would be awesome, however you have arrived too late for the main room...and the back room is....sacred...
 
Turning from the door that leads to the unused back room, I grin at dragon kin...

Help would be awesome, however you have arrived too late for the main room...and the back room is....sacred...

Ah. Well then, I'll just set these supplies here. *sets them in a corner*
 
stalking inside...a door kicked open, slammed closed...

I want my Muse...here...now...
 
silent steps that lead to the back room and my inner sanctum, brain worried, in disarray, disgusted, angry....

striding to the back wall near my cross, reaching for a plain black leather strap, over a foot in length, 3/4 of an inch wide, and whipping it through the air, listening for the sound of whistling...

stripping down, baring my back to the coolness of the room....and then swinging...a solid THWACK, more heard then felt, the tip touching the small of my back, squarely...better...I think...much better. Again.
 
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