Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

her invitation was interpreted as such, and it took him no time to pull her back towards him with gentle nips down her spine and a single-leg hold on her back. it felt like one, sweeping motion, and portia was falling hard under whatever spell he had placed on her. a small purr-like growl rumbled in her throat, pushing back against him in more encouragement. he steadied himself fully upon her, so that it wasn't so heavy or uncomfortable, and she sucked in a breathe-- filled with anticipation.

he started slow-- as one. his muzzle pressed against her fur, his breathe warm against their frigid surroundings. for a moment, she'd forgotten how cold it was, wrapped up in him-- quite literally now. she knew how it went from here, it was easier now. her concerns melted away, her mind lucid and her soul focused only on this moment.