Stavanger Bay I'm Fairly Local [M]

He loved the feeling of her muzzle pressed into him, he gave her a few sweet licks, before moving closer to her to lick her head. He gave another purr, before he looked into her eyes, this was obviously not a challenge, it could be told by the lust and calmness in his eyes, along with him touching his nose to hers. "Yes, the les would be perfektni." He agreed. He could tell the girl was a bit flustered, so he moved closer to lick her cheek. "Les means forest, and perfektni means perfect." He would have to decide where his special one and him would settle. His native life didn't seem to bother her, so maybe he would teach her a bit. His main problem was, breeding. He didn't know when to begin it, at his old tribe, sex was punishment. If the two stayed together, that would be a topic he would have to bring up. Unless the time came sooner, he didn't want to feel like he was punishing her. He gave her neck a few licks, before moving down to her shoulder, purring and humming all while licking her. After a bit, he gave a few soft nibbles. He wasn't used to giving affection, or receiving it, but this foreign moment felt oddly natural to him. Where ever she touch him, it left a burning that turned to tingling. He let his muzzle travel down her body, wanting to be closer to her. Her scent was intoxicating, and it made his head mushy. His soft licks and nibbles turned into more powerful, and meaningful laps at her side. He let out the softest of moans, it was extremely hard to hear, but the vibrations it created met the girls body.