Shy Deer Steppes Lover, lover. We ended just as lovers.

[table width=85%][tr][td]Liri smirked against his fur, feeling the tension leave him. Triumph flooded her for a moment as Horosk growled, only to be replaced by impatience as he withdrew, figuratively, once more. 

Liri ignored it in favor of exploring Horosk and hopefully, enticing him into this, whatever it was. 

The visceral growl brought about throaty noises of excitement from the white fae as she groomed along Horosk. She stretched on tiptoe to reach his hips; the temptress sniffing and nuzzling at him with soft hmms of curiosity. 

When Liri had nearly reached the end of his length, she stopped slowly and cast a questioning, inviting look over her shoulder. 

It was Horosk's last chance to back out. If this wasn't what he wanted it was time for him to go and allow Liri to find someone else to aid her with her heat.[/table][/tr][/td]