Hushed Willows Take two

yup. that about covered it.

cortez had gone through his life trying to reconcile with the fact that he much preferred one kind of genitalia over the other, and it kind of went against what others said was 'nature.' didn't mean he had a dearth of lovers—on the contrary, there were plenty of men more than willing. so nature, meh.

'twas the season, though, for the shakti to really crave the fragrant company of women, particularly one as fragrant as this. her scent assailed him, making his knees wobble, and he rose without hesitation (albeit awkwardly, for he rarely found himself atop the love-heap). he hooked his forelegs around her chest, nibbled at her scruff—

and let 'nature,' whatever the fuck that really meant, run its course.