July 14, 2015, 10:30 AM
Their struggle lasted seconds. He released, went deeper, and she fell soaked to the water. As he nipped at her flanks, she turned to snarl in his face: leave me be. She was temperamental and aggressive, and as ever, hot and cold. Her ears flattened atop her head seconds thereafter, her snarl forgotten, and with it the cause for her annoyance. He was deeper in the water and his fangs no longer pinched at her.
Tonravik's eyes, well-adjusted to the darkness, caught his actions. As he chuffed toward her, she was already moving in his direction. Water entered her nose and she snorted it out, and the woman followed suit to his actions, her muzzle pressed against cool stone and the rest of her body feeling light and rested.
She growled approvingly to her mate. She liked this spot. It was cold, perfectly cold.
Tonravik's eyes, well-adjusted to the darkness, caught his actions. As he chuffed toward her, she was already moving in his direction. Water entered her nose and she snorted it out, and the woman followed suit to his actions, her muzzle pressed against cool stone and the rest of her body feeling light and rested.
She growled approvingly to her mate. She liked this spot. It was cold, perfectly cold.
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RE: Hell - by Tonravik - July 14, 2015, 10:30 AM