you were never meant to be a tragedy

Vein

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MATURE: due to suggestive themes.

The over large alabaster man touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue in order to stop himself from panting, be wasn’t even sure if he’d be panting for the heat or for the alluring pearl that moved toward him, the warm water sluicing around her feminine curves. He drew in a breath unconsciously holding it deep within his chest almost afraid to move lest he wake up from a dream.

He’d shift his body in anyway she asked, easily giving way to her every desire. Very carefully he’d dip his muzzle to brush through the ivory hairs at the nape of her neck, though for what ever reason he didn’t open maw to tease her with any teeth, he just enjoyed the scent of her and feel of her damp silk as it slid across his nares, As she settled herself beneath him, he had trouble breathing, his breaths coming out in shallow puffs.

He lifted his head so that he could look down into her eyes as she spoke, her delightful tones zinging along his nerves. As she asked if this was ok, his own voice became deep and husky “Yes Aerin, assuredly yes…” he almost groaned in pleasure as her muzzle moved along his neck, his eyes heavy lidded. In this moment he was hers, a slave to her every whim, His whole body thrummed with blood and warmth, that could not be explained by the hot spring they stood in, that filled his ‘every’ extremity.

He lifted a paw and carefully slid it along her shoulders, he did not exert any weight, just brushing his limb along her body carefully, enjoying the sparks that ignited along his skin where their bodies touched. His head dipped to hers, his tongue gently gliding over the soothing and sensitive spot where her ear met her head as he whispered suggestively “What would you have me teach you?” Asking her a question that he hoped she’d answer in full detail.