The Café Chateau

[Luna_Wolf72]

I stand by the door, momentarily disoriented by the woman who came and left so quickly. It never fails, I am almost always completely backwards whenever coming into a new situation. Finally, I pick up my bag and move into the room, looking around me as I do so.

I am not sure what to expect and still somewhat shocked that I actually came here. I am not used to this urge to run, this need to flee. It leaves me utterly terrified. Life does that to some people, I would guess but damn, it hardly ever happens to me.


My thoughts are far from this place as I await someone to welcome me in and let me know just what to do. Ach, I wish I were still within the trees. The next full moon is entirely too far away.

 

[Guest]

*Ekvitkar looks up form his library computer and stretches*

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

*He rises and nods At the beauteous librarian, then strides out the door into the hallway. Just down the hall he stops at a floor to ceiling framed painting. He considers it a moment. It is an enlargement of a work done by Bouguereau. Nymphs and Satyr.
He taps the frame on the left side and it swings wide to reveal an elevator.
Steps in and hits the lowermost button on the panel - the one marked only with a complex Rune.
Looks down at the little striped cat which was in the elevator when the doors opened. *

"Hello Bercha, I see you made it, where are the others?"

"Brrrlllleeuuurrrttt"

"Hmmm . Right. I guess."

*The doors open onto a long stone hallway. As he steps out, the little cat bounces ahead, reaches the end of the hall and nudges open a door with it's head.*

"Huh?. Didn't know she could do that."

*He strides down to end of the hall and into his room. The first thing he notices is that his shoulder bag is moving of it's own accord. He walks over and opens the flapp. Two orange kittens, of aproximately the same age as Bercha, jump out.*

"Well you little twits, if your going to follow people around, use the doors next time. Food and a litter box are over there in the bathroom, as usual."

*He gathers his coat and hat, steps out of the room and into the stone chamber of doors.*

"Bercha, stay here, I'm going for a .....stroll."

*He steps through one of the doors.-
He emerges under a rock shelf, in deep shadow, his coat and hat blending with the darkness. Drops into a crouch. Stops and looks out onto the forest. Sniffs. *

 

[Guest]

* In her new room, Pet hears a thump against the door, then another. She opens the door to see a small striped cat sitting, looking up at her.*

"Brrllleeerrrtt"

*The little cat rises and starts to walk down the corridor. Stops and looks over it's shoulder at her . Expectantly.*

 

[Guest]

*Her curiosity aroused, she follows the little cat. It takes her down the hall and around what feels like too many corners.
Finally it stops in front of a VERY tall painting, floor to ceiling, of a forrest scene.
The little cat pats the painting on it's lower left corner and then sits back.
The frame swings out from the wall.
It looks up at her, again with an expectant gaze.*

"Mrrrdddrrroooowww"

*When she grasps the edge of the frame the kitten looks satisfied and trots off down the corridor.
Opening the concealed door she sees the forrest.
Feels the night breeze caress her face.
She perks - a familiar scent- male.
Steps through the door and is standing on the leaves beneath a rock shelter. Feels the stress fall away from her.
There is a click. And when she turns the door is gone.*

"Hello Dear one"

 

[da grunt]

Re: Keira

... Wonder if anyone else is hungry?

Pacing the hallway, Grunt wanders toward the kitchen. An apple would be nice. He finds Keira in the kitchen, preparing some chow. "Hi baby, how was Elena?" And after getting her accurate report mde his decision. "I'm going down for a few hours, and I'll be in E's room. There is a new girl, Christy, in one of the raw pens. I've already decided she's a keeper, but I want you to go and inspect her. Make her think that it'll be your decision whether she stays or not. If she impresses you, give her luxurous linen and bedding, if not she'll have to continue to sleep in the coat she's wearing. Not good for such a coat, but I want her to realize her worth."

Grunt goes to the fridge first and grabs an apple and returns to Keira, placing is hand on her cheek and gently kissing the top of her head. "See you in a few hours, baby." And he departs, the sound of the apple crunching competing with his boots stepping down the hallway.

 

[da grunt]

Elena's room

Grunt stepped softly into Elena's room and sat on the couch. He observed Elena's breathing, the deep natural breathe of REM sleep. He pulled off his boots and stood and romoved his leather trousers and shirt. Naked he went to Elena and smelled the rich luster of her hair, the look of joyous innocence protected in the privacy of sleep. He slide into her bed, as gently as he could, not wanting to wake her, wanting himself only to sleep, and to share her body heat and wonderful scent. He spooned against her back and felt her breathing change ...

 

[JupitersGirl]

Warmth plays along the edges of my consciousness until I cross from sleep to wakefulness. Confusion clouds the moment as I try to determine what has awakened me. Gradually, I become aware of a body against mine...a male body, angular and hard.......Grunt!

I turn as he nestles against me, a smile warm on my face, my lids half closed still in sleep. "Sir" I sigh as I turn to lay my face against the soft fur of his chest...breathing in the male scent of him. I insinuate my uppermost leg between the two of his and settle into his arms, experiencing the first real moment of safety I have felt in many days. Gradually his breathing slows and I realize disappointed now, that he is here for rest, nothing else.

Of course, Grunt may use any of us in any manner he chooses, even if just for warmth against the night chill, but the memory of his hand on my braid pulling until my neck was bared to his mouth....his strong arms lifting me high in the air so that his tongue could claim the taste of my sweat....the touch of his hands on the swells and valleys of my body conspire to make me want....oh...so much more!

Of their own accord my lips open slightly to taste his skin....salty sweet from his labors. My hand feels its way down his back, ass, leg and back up again tracing every muscle and sinew in its path with featherlight touches. I'm not sure whether I want to wake him or not....he may not welcome this intrusion into his sleep....but my nipples have stiffened against his chest and my breathing quickens with the thought of his hands and lips on me. Ah....my body makes the decision for me as I press into him rubbing my leg up and down between his, bringing my lips up to his neck, soft, wet and open....

 

[da grunt]

Grunt's downtime

... bringing my lips up to his neck, soft, wet and open....

AS he slipped between the sheets and snuggled next to Elena, she acknowledged his presense, and let him warm to her. It seemed she would let him sleep. Sleep, yes, good, and within moments the grunt's breathing was deep and rythmatic, a slight rumble with each exhalation. Another ability the grunt had acquired. Deep sleep when able, REM, even while standing. Sleep deep, yet only in the mind. Grunt awareness returns to find he is being adored, his breathing changed slightly, but he tried to maintainn he regular sleep breathing, to control his heart from racing, to relax and let her adore. Her touch, featherlight, hoping not to awaken him, but her body betrays her as she feels his knotted legs with her delicate thighs. And the, with the tip of her tongue she tastes his salt. He was unbathed. He had been hard at work, yet she tasted, tracing his salt, up, up to his neck, her lips soft, wet and open, inviting. Grunt takes her by her braid, still tied tight following her shower and brings her face to his and kisses her deeply. She would deny me sleep, eh, well sleep was good, but sex was better. Damn, I need to cum!

Still using his lips on hers, and on her body, he turned her without words, so that she straddled him, his throbing cock at her lips, her quivering pussy lips, open, above his face. Without hesitation Elena began sucking the grunt's cock, using the tip of her tongue to task the inside of his cock hole.

The grunt inhaled deeply of her aroma, the wantoness, the musky odor of desire and he began his feast, using his lips and teeth and tongue to devour lips and clits deeply penetrate the recesses of vagina, searching for the special spot, his nose buries in her asshole, her perfect pink asshole, available. Pussy, ass, a feast. He must taste her cum ...

 

[SubChristy]

after he had left me, i put the coat around me and try to sleep. i was so tired from the journy i was hoping i could get some sleep before someone came back. the coat was warm against my body, i drifted off to sleep. Patients i told myself, i am home!

 

[le_kinklet]

Re: The Doorman

"And I will have to inform Master Ekvitkar that his cat has arrived."
With that he turns, and drawing the door silently shut behind him, disapears into the Chateau.

Thank you Sir,,, lilith said with a smile as he turns to leave the room... The room was huge and round,, not one corner to be seen,, the fire on the far side of the room was crackling away,, lilith sat on a sofa near the fire and waited for Gertrude.. one waited for 5 mins for Gertrude, she greeted one with a smile,,,, Please follow me said Gertrude, i will take you to your room the Master of the house will be with you soon.. with that lilith followed Gertrude to the submissives quarters.
As one was led to her room she could feel a wave of anticipation over her,, she was to be in the room at the very end of a long hallway...... Once in her room she unpacked her things making sure it was all in its place,, leather boned corsets and the odd fancy lace one,, she hung some purple velvet and gold trim curtains that she had bought with her, ,, she then set about making her bed careful to leave room on the bedside table for her diary and and light that she could write by.. lilith pulled out a small velvet bag from inside her cloak and prodeeded to pull out her collection of precious stones, rose quartz(for love) for the beside table and bathroom and a crystal dragons tear(protection) hanging in the window so that when the sun comes thru it gives off the prettiest light and hematite chains(calming) to hold the curtains open... looking round the room a girl is satified,,, all is ready and very soon lilith will be called upon to serve,, A girl sits on her bed eagerly awaiting the knock on her door..... the Master of the house would be here soon........

 

[Netzach]

Leaving Shy's quarters I can hear the hustle and bustle of a place coming to life. I will be able to throw myself into being the trainer again, soon, and the prospect is the usual exhausting joy that it is. I can't sleep. Too much adrenaline runs in my veins, too many thoughts in my head.

Another run upstairs, as I navigate the worlds above and below, always flitting back and forth, and this time a scent of something greasy being made tempts me away....

nosing my way into the kitchen....something's frying and I want some.

"Keira....hi Doctor, how goes it?" I grin and sit on the counter. "I think both of us are about to be busy bees."

 

[JupitersGirl]

As he guides my head to his cock, I take it in greedily, feeling him stiffen, responding to the gentle, slow ministrations of my mouth. My hand reaches down to gently cup his balls, fondling them in rhythm to the strokes of my lips.

One of his arms encircles my waist, holding me fast while his tongue plays its own tune on my clit. My body reacts to every strum of the grunt's tongue, sending sparks of electricity coursing through me. The pleasure of his questing tongue is punctuated with nips of his teeth, bringing me up sharply and causing me to moan with each contact...the moans communicating vibrations to his cock that cause him to further engorge with each utterance. My body strains with the pressure building up in me and I realize suddenly that I am grinding my pussy on his face, wanton in my need, wanting all that he will give me...and more. Finally the grunt tightens his grip on my waist, pinning me to him as he locks his lips on my clit....sucking me in over and over, fingers thrusting...until great shudders wrack my body, the pressure finally exploding into a thousand exquisite sensations searing my flesh...

 

[da grunt]

...the pressure finally exploding into a thousand exquisite sensations searing my flesh...

Grunt sensed it cumming and relished the moment, his face wet from her thrusting and pushing against greedy reception, thrilling in the taste, the savory richness. Lapping and using his lips as Elena's legs stretched apart and accepting his every attention.

Using his teeth on her clit one last time he pulls at it and sucks and chews. Then a playful slap on the ass and the command, "Turn around, you on top, kiss me first."

 

[JupitersGirl]

"Turn around, you on top, kiss me first."

Still trembling from the shockwaves, the slap to my ass is rewarded with a low gutteral growl as I turn to play my lips across the grunt's. Lips....wet and swollen....warm against each other. Tongues, fighting playfully, cause us to laugh softly, mouths still locked.

When the last spasm subsides I straddle his body, reaching my hand down between my legs to wrap around his cock, guiding him into wet, welcoming warmth....

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira tosses and turns as she sleeps, the dream a familiar one.

She is blindfolded and unable to see anything. His hand touches her face, searching it, studying it. It's as if each finger has a pair of eyes all their own, as if each touch is being committed to memory; with each angle of her face, each curve, imprinted on his hand and in his mind for all time.

In the dream, she can feel that hand on her face, his touch claiming her, taking possession of her; in the dream, that hand owns her. Even in her blindness, as each finger traces her face, she knows it is the touch of her Master. And he knows the face of his slave by touch alone.

She awakes abruptly, trembling, only to find herself alone in her room.

Sitting straight up she begins to cry a soft and low, guttural moaning cry. The kind that comes from a place so deep, it never fully finds its voice. So deep within, that only in the dead of night, in that place between sleep and awakening, does it ever find voice at all, and then only for a few brief moments.

She sighs, wipes her eyes, and then gets up. Checking the time, she sees that it is almost her rising time. Well, if you count 2 hours early almost her rising time.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she goes to take a bath. Washing her long blond hair carefully, to avoid her collar getting wet, then shaving her legs, underarms and puss.

Stepping out of the tub, she goes about her morning routine; first her skin, then her hair pulled in a bun at the back of her neck, twisted to create the affect that pleased her former Master so much. Eventually she would choose another style, but for today, and perhaps tomorrow she would continue to try and please him, if only in her mind.

She quickly dresses in her workout clothes. Leaving her room quietly so as not to wake anyone up, she begins to run to the gymnasium. Faster and faster she runs, until she is lost in the movement of her body, lost in the sensation, and no longer in the dream. Her ass and back side begin to hurt from the recent flogging, so Moira pushes herself even harder to increase the sensation, to increase the pain, and then, all memory of the dream disappears completely.

Finally she finds herself at the gym; panting she walks into the gym and begins her workout, leaving the dream where it belongs--locked deep within her, gone until the next time she is between sleep and waking.

 

[da grunt]

In bed

When the last spasm subsides I straddle his body, reaching my hand down between my legs to wrap around his cock, guiding him into wet, welcoming warmth ...

As his enters her it is easily welcomed, accompanied by a moan of estacy, deep, into her juicy rich vagina, deeper, into her cervix, her very womb, long thrusts. Grunt pushed her upright, "hands above head!" he commanded. And Elena knew exactly how to raise her hands, crossing her wrists, as if tied and suspended. Grunt enjoyed this position, displaying the fullness of her breasts, the heat of her desire, her nipples erect, seemingly about to burst. Grunts touched and played with her nipples, squeezing, turning, then spanking her luscious globes, leaving his finger imprints, using his fingertips to snap her nipples, watching her biting her lip and arching her back, lost in abandon. Still grunt continue his deep assault, his own eyes closed, chewing his own lower lip ...

 

[shysexkitten]

anticipation

Her presence just makes me so wet. Syr takes my hand and touches it to her cheek and then to her cock. Touching her strap on makes me melt and i want it so bad. She compliments me on my obedience and honesty. Syr also informs me that i am there for everyone to explore and i will learn to please everyone. I am uncertain if i am able to learn this much, i dont want to disappoint anyone. "Training starts early tom. morning" echos in my ear with feelings of fear and excitement following. Im not sure that i am up to the training but i am sure if i am not up to it i will learn how to be. i will have to learn there is no other choice except punishment. I lay in bed trying to sleep but with no success, anticipation builds for the next mornings events.

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: In bed

Still grunt continue his deep assault, his own eyes closed, chewing his own lower lip ...

I am riding him now....my body rising and falling on him....trying to relieve the sweet ache that his thrusting has begun again in me. Obedient to his command, my hands are crossed over my head, giving him full access to touch me where he will with his hands or his eyes. Obedient to my training, I move my hips in a rhythm and angle of motion most pleasing. The biting of his lip, the half-closing of his eyes betray how close he is to losing control....I want him to lose control....and to pull me with him into the swirling chaos.

Our eyes lock in passion....a challenge of sorts....but a challenge I cannot meet. Once again my body begins to tremble and shake as if possessed....and possessed I am....but this time I am not alone. Through my long, low cry, I hear an answering cry beneath me...

 

[Cleopatra]

Enjoying her work, Cleo is busy checking the inventory when a wrong turn sends her arm over a stack of books and right into the letter opener.

And only I would manage to cut myself on the only sharp point on the desk she thought, bringing the cut to her mouth reflexively to stop the blood and ease the pain. She examined the cut, more of slash, really, and realized it was deeper than she originally thought. No simple cut here. Dammit. Just what I need - another scar. I know there's a medical person here...somewhere... she thinks, wrapping the edge of her scarf around the cut to slow the bleeding. But the blood continues, at an increasing rate, despite the pressure and the elevation. Slightly more concerned now, as the blood wells through her scarf and starts dripping down her arm, Cleo looks for tissues. When she finds them, she changes hands to grab a wad, and notices the blood has stopped. Disappeared, actually.

I know I was just bleeding. Wasn't I? Of course. My scarf....where's the blood??

Her arm is back to it's healthy skin. No sign of a cut. She looks around the Library, and notices that no one saw anything, so there's no witness to confirm or deny what just happened.

Exhaling her confusion, she packs up the day's work and heads to her room, and then to the gym. As her warm-up proceeds, she feels a warmth on her arm, and once again, sees it bleeding.

So. I'm cut in the Library. I'm healed in the Library. But once I leave....I'm cut again.

Wrapping her towel around her arm, she heads off at a quick pace to find the medic.

Dammit! Who's awake this late?? And not....uh... busy??

She heads down the long corridor, and contemplates just starting to knock on doors when she feels kind of...funny, and ends up on the floor.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: In bed

... Through my long, low cry, I hear an answering cry beneath me...

As he sits up to meet her, and in one fluid movement, turn her to beneath him, and climax with her, his cock throbbing and pulsing with his cum, gooseskin covering his legs, and with animal sounds released his load, deep and long.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Hello Dear one"

My imagination came alive when I noticed the kitten giving me the eye. She seemed quite determined that I follow her, so being a good wolfling...i did as she asked. By the time she had led me all around the chateau, I was completely at a loss. Coming to the picture felt like coming home...and when she nudged it, I felt a sense of something MORE. My shock at seeing a door where there once was only a painting, did not stop me from stepping through. Now, I feel at home.

I heard His voice, soft and sure. My initial reaction was to back up. Then I realized there was no where else for me to go. The doorway was gone, as if it had never been. And the woods called to me, asking that i play beneath their green splendor. My tension, which had almost overwhelmed me while I was inside, was non-existent now. I could smell Him, warm and slightly musky..the scent of a man and something a little extra. I slowly walked toward His voice. My mind now empty of all stress.

I see Him then, stepping from beneath a gorgeously colored oak tree, his coat gently flapping from the light breeze.

"I am most happy you have arrived, little one. I did not think you would. You certainly managed to take your time." The laughter in his tone made me feel safe, or at least safer than I had earlier.

"Well, you see, Sir...you had not sent the kitten for me at the time. I was not aware i was supposed to hurry. A pagan I may be but I am not a mind reader." I smiled at him, shyly.

And when he beckoned for me to join him, there beneath the oak, I moved quickly to fulfill that simple command. He had welcomed me, after all.

 

[Guest]

The Forrest

*As she approached, he held out his arms to her, felt the warmth of her as she entered them. Was captivated by her scent, her feel, and as he tipped her head up to meet him, by the taste of her.
He ran his nose along the side of her neck under her ear, inhaling the delicate musk. Then a quick nip at her neck, gently, the scent of her too hard to resist.*

"Hello again, Dear one. (sigh) Now, I am content."

* His arms grew tight for a moment, then loosened some. He stepped back a touch, then extended his hand.*

"Welcome to the enchanted forrest. Come and walk with me for a bit, there are things you need to know."

*He started walking along a path that she had not really seen before. Not much of a path, more like a game trail.*

"First thing I suppose, is that it is wonderful to see you, and you are absolutely beautiful."
"hmmm. Ok. When I call this the enchanted forrest I'm not joking. There is an ..........arrangement, here. For those with the will, it can always be the full moon. Even during the daytime."

*He turns and takes her other hand in his too.*

"There are three groves in the forrest. Or at least three that I know of. Even I am not privy to all it's secrets...... Over that way, is the grove that is dedicated to all those that worship the Goddess.... in all her guises. I have not been there myself, for now, it would be.... inapropriate. On the other side of the Chateau, in the north, is a grove of Oak, Ash, and Rowan. A wythstead for those of us that worship the northern Gods.
But we are headed west. To a special place."

* He starts walking again, drawing her with him, and after a bit they come to a place where the game trail bends. Instead of following the bend, they walk straight ahead, through a gap in the trees. And they stop. She looks around, for suddenly the trees are much older here, and the center of the clearing is lit by the lambent light of a full moon. She can see the bare stone that makes up the groves center. Not a boulder, but a rising of the bedrock itself. He releases her hand.*

"Go ahead dear."

*She is drawn to the center of the exposed rock. Stopping only to remove her shoes, she walks out upon it. When she turns to look back she sees he has shed his long coat, and is unbuttoning his shirt. She turns her face up to the full moon. Shivers with the feeling of strength welling up through her body from the stone below.*

"It is a strong place. The bones of the earth are close here. And if we wish, we can be what we will."

*She starts. She had not heard him approaching on the stone. And the voice in her ear is close. And doesn't sound ....right. The arm that circles her waist is .. bigger, than it should be. And she feels breath against the back of her neck that is hotter than anything human. She hears the quick snuffling, like a wolf scenting prey, or a mate. Feels herself pulled back against the warm nakedness of a body. Feels a hardness aginst her.*

"There is time for other games later. For now, the oldest game of all my love."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: The Forrest

*She starts. She had not heard him approaching on the stone. And the voice in her ear is close. And doesn't sound ....right. The arm that circles her waist is .. bigger, than it should be. And she feels breath against the back of her neck that is hotter than anything human. She hears the quick snuffling, like a wolf scenting prey, or a mate. Feels herself pulled back against the warm nakedness of a body. Feels a hardness aginst her.*

"There is time for other games later. For now, the oldest game of all my love."

At first, hearing of the enchantment had seemed almost fairytale-like in it's simplicity. When He led me to the rock, I felt drawn to it...my mind scrambling away on whimpering sighs. I don't recall how i got to the top so quickly without shoes. It was like my mind had taken a vacation. And then, He was behind me, smelling of male..strong and earthy. My body weakened considerably. All I wanted at that moment was to bend my neck to Him, for Him. Ach, t'was passing strange.

I feel my clothing disintergrating beneath something (perhaps a claw?) as it is drawn down my back. It cuts my clothing easily and soon my black mesh shirt and knee length black skirt are only peices of material by our feet. I feel His nose under my ear, in the spot where my pheremones are hottest. With a grunt, He urges me down on all fours, snaking his tongue down across my back, and then the first bite, right above my buttocks. My arms and legs tremble, unceasingly. I can feel wetness coursing down my inner thighs. My vision gets clearer and soon this moonlit glade is as bright as day. My eyes have changed to a golden lambent glow and i know that if I were to turn to Him, his would be the same.

The second bite is on the back of my neck, his arms encircling me and crushing me to Him. It is then, as my body is opening for Him, my neck bent and savaged, that I feel His first thrust. He feels...HUGE. Not like a normal male at all. My hands clutch at the bedrock beneath me, my own nails grown sharper and thicker from the moonlight.

I hear Him, in my ear, groaning and growling. My gasps and whimpers join his in the still air. I am shook to the core of me. That place that has always housed ME. I think that this feeling is too much, that i can not take anymore, but then He thrusts and fills me and i shudder and scream like a thing unleashed

 

[Guest]

Emergency

"Bong"

*A quiet chime sounds in the kitchen and the voice of Kikyo, the house Ai system comes over the speakers.*

"Mistress Keira - there is a medical emergency in the hallway outside the library. Domestic staff is in route now."

"Bong"

"Mistress Keira - there is a medical emergency in the hallway outside the library. Domestic staff is in route now."

*With slight variation, this warning is repeated to The Grunt in whatever place he is occupying.*

 

[Guest]

Wolfen

"Oh Gods"

*It may have been what he wanted to say. But what came out was more of a growl. With the change he was inundated with her. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her tight welcoming hotness. All he could do was thrust into her over and over. The feeling was overwhelming, driving him farther into the beast than he had ever let himself go before.
He leaned forward, his fingers, now claws, digging into the rock. His teeth finding her neck. Not 'quite' hard enough to break the skin.
The sounds she was making were driving him far beyond any human sanity. They were growing louder. Whimpers and growls and moans. Each one felt like it made him harder. Made her wetter.
Under it all he could hear their claws scoring the rock.
Forever passed. And then an eternity.
He could feel her pussy growing tight with it's first contraction, and it sent him completely over the edge.
He rose up, and his hands/claws gripped her waist. He could feel the growl starting way back in the depths of his throat.
His back arched, and it burst forth, changing into a howl.
One final thrust, pulling her back onto his cock. Throwing back his head and howling at the moon, as he felt himself start to spurt into her.
Over and over his cock spasmed. Sending his cum deep into her. Feeling her clenching around him with her own orgasm. Hearing her own howl.
When it was finally over, they both collapsed. He retained just enough strength to hold most of his weight, and let himself down gently onto her.
He nuzzled the back of her neck. Licked her.
In a few minutes he rose. Nosed her side.
She rolled over, and he nuzzled her again. Buried his nose in her pussy for a moment. Snuffled her smell. Licked her, and gave a wolfchuckle as her back arched.
He sniffed his way up her belly. Lighter colored.
But when he reached her throat his jaws opened and he took a gentle grip on her throat. Gentle, but irresistable. She grew very still.
Good
He released her throat and stretched full length on the rock, gathering her to his chest. Licking her neck. She was like no other and he would have to have her again soon.

Tomorrow he could explain the rest of the 'arrangement'.

And they could hunt.*