Golden Glade Angel [m]

Charley watched her start to melt at his words, but it flipped back on him twofold: she licked at his face, whined, and began to circle him like fresh prey. This was far from his first time, and it showed in his confident movements. When she swiped her tail across his nose, though, he thought he might lose it. The King trembled a little, soft pants coming from slightly parted lips and a whine as she grinned at him. This was the first time the tables had been turned on the Pryor: where he was not totally the one in control, the one teasing. 
           "Oh I know: even with half a face I'm still the best looking MAN in the universe." 
He turned his head to follow Aspen, but soon enough she'd crossed over to his blindside and he had to turn his face all the way around. A goofy, sloppy grin was wrought cross his face and he stepped forward to intercept her before another inbearable loop was done. The King drew close alongside her, nipping gently at her scruff and whining again in need. He reached to her ears and nipped there, too, whispering in a shaken up but still husky tone.
                            "Please, angel... No more."