The Sunspire ocean eyes

nobody had ever said that to her, and in a way that was more than just what they were doing now she needed to hear it.  that someone wanted her, and in a way that wasn't just entirely platonic, but wasn't entirely need.

her want to have him increased tenfold, and as he moved behind her a low, wanting whine emitted from her throat.  she wanted him back where he was.  at his nipping she spread her legs again, stancing herself like she had been the few minutes they had sparred: weighted evenly, prepared.

but this time, they wouldn't be playing.  her tail wagged softly, tight against her rear until it slowed, revealing the object of his desire: her heat.