Mount Apikuni what you know about that? [m]

The shifting of her body as she adjusted her stance, it sent rippling waves of heat and excitement. It left him with heavy breaths, his head leaning harder into her fur, burying himself in the warmth, the smell. When she changed her stance it triggered an instinct, one in that subconscious language. Acting without thinking, K began to lift his forepaw, tracing it up to Bhe's torso and about to wrap over before she moved, facing him.

Her gaze snapped him back. When she spoke, he'd almost half-forgotten what she was talking about, but then she whirled about and faced him head on, leaving him with a soft grumbling whine. The loss of her warmth, his chest against her side, his body against hers, he ached. He panted softly, not understanding why he felt so out of breath, but at the same time gradually finding he did not care.

The little shadow slipped right up to him, soft words cooed into eager ears. Just after the first one, he felt himself begin to both melt and fire up, a surging blaze coursing through his veins. He let his head slip down onto her nape, breathing her in again, exhaling into that soft bundle of fur. She whispered again, and he felt a curl in his lips, the temptation to growl as he wanted to take that last step forward. As he felt himself ready to accept.

"no" He stopped. Eyes opened. That horrible wave of anxiety threatened and loomed. "please, hurt me."

A split second of terror at the idea of hurting her. Every bit of carnal instinct on the brink of fading - he did not want to hurt her. But before he could react, before he could stop himself or fully feel the shame, she acted. The little shadow disappeared before he knew what was happening, only to feel her under him. A sharp gasp that slurred into a whine, Kukulkan was at a loss for words, a loss for thought. He could only endure a few seconds before pulling himself away, as carefully as he could manage of course.

White plumes filled the air as he panted, his red-orange gaze locking onto little black Bhediya as he circled around her just as quickly as he had pulled away. His pressed his muzzle against her nape passionately, inhaling deeply as he continued to circle around her, nose trailing down her back before he came to where he needed to be. Forelegs wrapped firmly around her, his face leaning forward and buried into her nape, the boy took his mount.

An age of innocence, lost.

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@Bhediya