Ravensblood Forest everybody’s gone in the cotton and the corn [m]

psh, your posts are never cruddy love. <3

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Whether it is his own urgency or his plea that inspires her to rise and allow him to do so as well so that they could, as she put it, make music together Arturo does not know and finds as he pushes himself to his paws as she offers herself to him that he doesn’t much care. There is a burning need within him and he knows that only she holds the power to quench it. No one compared to Lotte. Even Duana paled, barely existent in his memory in comparison to the light that was Lotte. After all, the mother of his first litter had been a fleeting lust inspired by her estrus cycle and that was nothing compared to the solid foundation of love that Arturo felt for Lotte. The gangster moves to stand behind her, pressing his chest flush against her, offering a teasing nip to the junction of her spine and tail, teeth combing through her plush fur. Her coquettish look as she threatened to make him chase her, caused Arturo’s lips to pull into a terse line of disapproval. “We can play chase next time.” He murmurs in a low, smoky promise as he drapes a forepaw over her hip; for Arturo does not think that this will be the first and last time they make love during her estrus cycle. It was the only way to be certain that she would conceive and as far as Arturo was concerned it was a win, win no matter what way you spun it.

A uneven breath is drawn from his lips as he inhales deeply, drinking in her scent as it emits from the tendrils of her silken fur only enticing him further. His second leg follows the first and he rolls his weight to his back legs as his paws grip tightly upon her hips. His tongue draws against her nape lovingly before he grasps her scruff and seeks to join their bodies so that he can longer discern where his ends and hers begins.

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