Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

“A champion and a suitor? How did I ever get so lucky?”

 The tips of her fine fur sparked and lit up as he nuzzled her, whispering sweet nothings into the crook of her neck. Everything he said was colorful, like a story, a song. He was not unlike a musician or a storyteller, enchanted her with words and painting stories that replayed again and again in her mind every night as she fell asleep, wrapped in his strong arms. Thank the heavens that he chose to seek her out; somehow he knew that her subconscious wanted nothing more than him at that moment.  He always seemed to know exactly what she needed and grounded her in reality.

His minstrel tongue spoke words of lust and Olive could not honestly deny her reciprocity. The suddenness of his appearance excited her and she had felt a rush of energy upon recognizing him in the midst of her bath. That energy surged through her body, inciting feelings that rarely [if ever] surfaced around other wolves. The tempest was giddy and couldn’t stop moving; as Dakarai looked at her, she moved forward and touched her nose against his, then her cheek against his, her feathered neck against his own of plush velvet. The woman pushed against him in a feline manner, feeling all parts of him against her delicate babydoll body.

“Mmm, but are you not the clandestine spectre who supervenes me,” a purr rumbled deep within her chest, causing each word to roll and drip with honey. “Watching me from the shadows? An incubus sent to tempt… me?” The dove stopped and rested her head on his haunches. Her own hips lined up with his shoulders and her tail swung low, tapping again his forelegs.

“But I am not so easily tempted,” Olive intonated, stressing the word I. She giggled, as that was a damned lie and he knew it very well.