Ocean's Breath Plateau Army of One

As he spoke of the Neriedes, an echo rang through her. Stories from puphood echoed in her mind, stories her mother used to whisper to her, curled in the den, to forget the hunger and the stench of the dilapidated zoo. Stories of gods and goddesses, of spirits and wars and magic. Stories that reminded her of home. "I know that word. That name...are you...were your people the same as mine? I was born in Volos! The city by the sea!" Her distraction from the amorous was brief however, when he confirmed that he did not, however, have another. It was good, then. No complications. No angry, possibly pregnant shewolves to accuse her of wrecking some ridiculous pact. The rest of her inclinations could be discussed later, when the air wasn't so perfumed with lust, when her nethers weren't throbbing painfully, when there wasn't a heat in her belly that made her want to... His low, heady voice sent electric shocks through her, and she had to stifle a whimper at the intensity of it, at the inclinations of his words. 
she again rubbed her body against his, playfully nipping and licking his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. "Make me yours, Aiolos. Claim me as yours. Fill my belly with what is yours." The words came out as a low moan, her body practically trembling.