Big Salmon Lake [m] My Hearts In Pieces

He stepped forward, and her heart lifted. She hummed, a happy sound, as his muzzle found her fur and begun to gently preen it. His ministrations became not as gentle, and he moved down to her chest, causing her to rumble lowly in her chest and stand, leaning against him in the slightest. This felt good; she felt no guilt, no fear, only relief, and happiness. She lashed her tail from side to side, spreading her scent further, and leaning forward to nibble at his ears with her honed fangs, still humming softly, as she thoughtlessly sashayed her hips and nibbled at his ear, his neck, whatever she could reach. Until she broke away, and simply leaned onto his touch.