Phoenix Maplewood All you need is some self-control

She drew close and Reek could now see just how filthy she actually was. Dirt, grime, twigs, and whatever else she could pick up from the forest floor had been drawn to her as if she were a mess magnet. Curiously, Reek liked it... lots. For some strange reason, the messier he realized her to be, the more he wanted to give in to his most primal desires. The saluting captain still stood steadfast in attention, but Reek still remained firmly rooted to the ground; hardpressed to move.

She came close, so very close, to letting her filthy gaurd hairs intermingle with Reek's. Confusion gripped him and a slight pang of guilt wormed it's way into Reek's heart, making him visibly grimace.  But, the strength of Reek's desire saw these feelings pushed away to where they were sure to eventually resurface once he had regained his wits.

She spoke with pride of her creation and Reek felt slightly guilty for not springing up with enthusiam to check out her new home. He hesitated, but eventually conceded, saying, "Uh, yeah. Ok." Once again, Reek bit his lip and rose to his feet, bearing all beneath him. Whatever, it wasn't like she hadn't seen a dong before.

Shamelessly, Reek pushed himself through the entrance to Tavi's small den and settled inside. It was humble, much like the one he had shared with Wynter in Redtail Rise. He turned and poked his head out of the den's mouth. "'Mere," he said.