Redhawk Caldera [m] spin the wheel

Although this act would certainly not result in pups, it actually felt good to him. He supposed that rubbing any part of his body against any part of Fox's body would feel pretty awesome, though, even her toe in his armpit or something even less romantic. They might have been together for a year and a half (which was over a decade in dog years!) but his love for her was still as enormous as the universe and all things that involved her were, well, swell.

Peregrine laughed quietly at his mate's wry remark, which was actually difficult to do considering his lungs were partially compressed in this odd position. With surprising grace, he reared like a stallion and backed off her, only to swiftly realign himself with her hindquarters and resume his mount, this time in the arrangement nature intended.

He lowered his muzzle toward her ear and murmured sweet nonsense for a moment before actually articulating. "What if I..." With each word, he gently nudged his hips against her. His voice trailed off momentarily as he breathed heavily against her red lobe. When he began speaking again, his voice was huskier than usual. "...fucked you in the butt?"

There was a brief pause, then he laughed quietly, hugged his legs tightly around her midsection and began the motions. Despite his jokes, he lined everything up where it belonged and it was only moments later that he carried them both (he hoped) toward the most sensational sensation of all for the second time in a quarter of an hour.