Panther Park Long and hard

Guilt fell over Asterr's face, Damien noticed. His own ears fell back too, and his tail made uneasy moves behind him feeling the awkward thickness between himself and the midnight beauty, the electricity between their eyes. But things gave an unexpected turn when she revealed she had, in fact, come looking for him since their last encounter. A female had intercepted her, she'd said, but it did not make sense to Damien. Who had held her back? And if it was true, why did they not tell him it had happened?

"I was in the forest all the time," Damien claimed, suddenly feeling a need to rip someone apart. But it did not matter now. Damien was here and she was there too, face to face. Asterr told Damien she had stayed home after the plague, which surprised him for how far the swarm had fucked things up. "Don't apologize," begged Damien, taking two steps closer which resulted in his nose hovering a few centimeters away from Asterr's face. He took in her scent, her sweet scent, and felt the pull get even stronger. His wet tongue took a chance, and dared to attempt touching her lips, and his eyes closed for a second while his other senses saw every inch of Asterr's body.