The Sunspire Easy come, Easy go

Dakarai’s double entendre was not lost upon the girl. Olive stifled a youthful giggle, never having experienced a wolf who said such things to her... such sweet things, such rawness, such enlightenment. She was drunk upon him and not afraid to ride the waves of their sudden affiliation.

What I really want is to feel you, to know you, her mind cried. But the druid’s dear, beloved Mother had warned her of licentious wolves [who only sought the carnal knowledge of others].  She materialized in Olive’s mind, her mother’s stern [yet infinitely kind] visage floating in front of Olive’s awakened third eye. It was gave her pause, but Olive felt deep within her soul that Dakarai was not the wolf of her mother’s foreboding words. Perhaps, still… it would be wise to take heed.

Oh, the struggle! To fight the urge that existed so strongly within her… it lit every nerve of her body on fire. From her protected place on his neck the shewolf deigned to reach up and gently lick the underside of his muzzle, an act of her emotional surrender to him. His fur was soft against her pink tongue and Olive found it difficult to resist a second touch. She moved her body next to his, her grey shoulder met his black shoulder and her hips quickly found the concave curve of his belly. She openly seeked his nearness. This definitely was hard. 

Perhaps… she mused. Perhaps she wanted more from him. The attraction flowed so freely between them - something that felt so good couldn’t be random. That couldn’t just be happenstance. Olive held close to Dakarai. Did he want more from her too? 

“I wish to know what it is like to…” Olive's voice took on every color at once, in a column of light. “sleep through a winter’s dream.. with you.” Olive new naught of the nonsense spoke, simply letting slip any beautiful words that did enter her mind. Olive may be tentative to relinquish her virtue to him [yet], but she saw no reason not to be entirely liberated with her words.

“I know naught of what you’ve done to me.” She said, just above a haughty whisper.