Golden Glade [M]agnolia

This time, when he came for her, she was not as hesitant - she twisted, turned, and rubbed against him, stealing the control he didn't fight hard for. His teeth ran along her spine, nipped at her thighs, scraped her shoulders, poked at her belly, but Alder was pleased to just sit there and aim the gentle bites; the tides turned when she faced away from him, shifting her tail and revealing herself to him. The multicolored man loosed a lustful growl, only pausing to plant a few sloppy licks to her backside before wrapping his forelegs around her waist. He wasn't shy in claiming his prize, lining up their hips and beginning their dance without a hitch - the King wasn't exactly gentle, especially as he reached forward to nip at her scruff again. These were rougher, needy - if he should succeed in grabbing on, there would be no more restraint. Her hormones had already clouded his mind and rational thoughts, and the pleasure wracking his body no was no easier to ignore.