Totoka River turn of the tides

Poised, her pair of inviting silver eyes peeked over the curve of her shoulder. Silently, eagerly beckoning him closer. The burning ache that spread from the core of her body needed to be satisfied, to be tamed. Only he held the cure. She knew the dance well, just as he did. Distributing her weight evenly on her paws, she adopted a sturdy stance as his legs hooked around her waist, tail still fanning. Tipping her head back to angle her muzzle to his jawline, a gentle touch assured him that he had won the right to hold her as he did. She shifted the barrier of her tail aside, giving herself to him freely.

In her chest rumbled soft growls of thunder and feverish whines slipped out from between clenched teeth. Lost in the ever-encompassing bliss of this singular moment that stretched on and on, she butted her dark crown up and against the crook of his exposed throat. Tensing, her world was overcome in a blinding white light and then as if all the energy had been drained right out of her body, her blurred vision cleared again. Her legs felt like putty, her footing unsteady. His weight atop her remained like a warm security blanket, each kiss soothing away the last dying embers that had dotted her body. Eliciting a soft whine, the likes of which was hardly suited to her usual nature, Tzila let herself collapse beneath him in a tangled mess. She doted on him with tender sweeps of her tongue and tender love bites, conveying to him without words that the level of care she felt towards him was mutual.
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