Larksong Grotto Lululemon [M]

The waive of her tail served to spread the scent of her estrous. Desire crashed over him in waves as Hiram's mind became enshrouded in the thick fog of instinct. A muddled thought crossed his mind, masquerading behind a mask of clarity: she had been sent here by God. He was the Great Cardinal Hiram, and celibacy be damned. It was clear to him that Raas desired him to be the father of nations, or else he would not have delivered him to his other children. This was the will of the Lord.

He was more than aware of her state -- her receptiveness. Once again, his paws carried him closer until he was close enough to touch the ruff of Jhala's neck with his muzzle. He reached out, touching her tenderly before whispering, "I can help you." Her body craved release, and that was what he could give.

"Come," he said, drawing away to lead her deep into the chambers of the grotto.