Moonspear inhale the stars, exhale fire [m]

Quick, purposeful, and roughened enough by nature's urging, she was responsive to the pace he set between them and let him move undisturbed. Wild-eyed, she lolled her tongue and arced her body into his contact just enough to suit her, all in the efforts of chasing the rush of satisfaction that the culmination would grant her.

When his weight shifted, she was settling back down herself and segueing into a peaceful interval where she may catch her breath. Because of this, she was in no rush to see time pass. Only once she could feel the resistance of the tie loosening, she moved slowly from beneath him, but growled softly at his absence suddenly. She turned to face him to ghost a nipping-lick over the side of his muzzle -- a motion meant to speak of her fondness where she could not.

Soreness quivered up her legs, but she ignored it for favor of her serene bliss and tried to nudge him forward with her, seeking a change of scenery for now, and maybe a brief rest if she'd find herself settled enough. She knew he'd follow anyway, so turned expertly up the pathway, content until desire would eventually send her back towards him.