Redhawk Caldera [m] Snakes and ladders

He had forgotten all about the snake bite by now. He glanced down at the broken skin. The blood had clotted. He did feel a bit lightheaded but attributed that to Fox's story, not the bite. His dusky jade eyes lifted back to his mate's face when her tongue swiped over his muzzle. He responded by licking her nose, then her jaw, and even gave her lip a little nibble.

She pouted at him, asking him if she was a bad girl. On the contrary, Peregrine though it was great that his wife had gotten freaky with another lady. But he understood that she was role playing (oh how ironic) and leered at her in response. Their hips were touching but he pulled away, lifting his good foreleg to give her a smack right on the meatiest part of her ass.

"You're a dirty girl, firecrotch," Peregrine rumbled even as he moved into position and reared behind her. He bent over her, his muzzle floating near her ear. "And I love it," he hissed, right before he began to buck... only to fall sideways off her no more than three seconds into it and collapse in a dizzy heap beside her.