Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

Just watched GoT and am feeling especially smutty

Her paramour's silent answer was obvious as Njal shifted positions; strong legs barricading her escape at he hovered squarely above, ready to assume the position of a well-taught lover. The shower of smaller kisses, nuzzles, and nips all but broke Tuwawi's drowsy farce, body becoming heated even in the crepuscular dawn of the chilled morning that they shared. At first, Tuwawi played coy — rolling from side to side playfully, with a pitchy whine, as her husband probed for more devious desires. Her paws pretended to bat him away, but in the end temptation proved too great. In the wake of standing heat, nature beckoned its newly crowed woman to rise again and accept her mate's potent blessing.

Her back arched like a cat's as she stood, feeling Njal's teeth comb through her wild hair. The small of her spine pressed into his's well-toned belly as she raised herself up to all fours, tail flagging away as his persistence was rewarded. There was something she admired, no... turned on by Njal's demanding self. He was normally a wiser, more humble man with little cause to stir the pot when it came to life. A stoic individual with few worldly needs and only the truest ambitions. Yet in this light, he was feral... a wild vagrant who demanded more and, quite honestly, Tuwawi couldn't get enough of it. Her lips peeled away in a wicked lascivious grin, voice bubbling as she prepared to bear his weight once more.