Totoka River turn of the tides

Sweeping round his other side, Tzila took extra care to brush her body up close alongside his. Feeling his frame, really feeling him. Getting to know and memorize every line, every muscle and the fine way in which his body was structured. As she completed her arc, bumping her nose up under his chin to nibble and press at the vulnerable expanse of his throat, her tail left a searing trail alongside his shoulder. Tzila wasn't exactly a stranger to copulating. She had indulged twice before. Once with a nameless stranger who she had promptly finished off afterwards. And then with Abbadon, the bastard son of Vengeance. Both times had been out of lust, for pleasure and personal gain. This, with Astaroth was none of those things. It was different. Blinded by neediness, comfort and primal instincts that clouded her better judgement. She was enjoying him.

Catching his golden eyed glance and the meaning behind it, she only smirked slightly. Her answer was to spring towards him, leaping up to wrap her front legs around the sturdy expanse of his shoulders while burrowing her cheek into the warmth of his ruff. Quickly then, she released herself, bounding away fleet footedly. Tail raised to reveal the source of that potent fragrance, she cast a coy look his way. He wanted her? He'd have to catch her.