Heron Lake Plateau My unicorn got run over by a tractor

A nip here, a nibble there. A flash of teeth, an intake of breath. Eyes, chartreuse and gold, burned. Sunlight gleamed and danced on ebony curves and angles, indistinct where one wolf ended and the other began. And did it really matter? He pressed into her neck and she almost purred, senses full of him, heart beating to a rhythm he controlled. She rubbed along his side, catlike, trailing her tail beneath his throat as she placed a stinging kiss just above his. It was clear what they both wanted, she the siren and he the wayward mariner, and with her song she drew him into her depths. But as they joined together in that most primordial of dances, he would find that there was no danger in these waters.