Hideaway Strath Whatever You’re Thinking About

holy crap voice to text leaves a lot to be desired *Stares at that last post like it's a misbegotten child* glad you made some sort of sense out of that hot mess

Oh and mild reference to sex in this post





Her eyes closed, her ears relaxed and her whole body softened as he slipped a paw over her, the sound of their pelts sliding over one another was delicious to her. She drew herself closer, giving herself to him freely, she was his to have and hold in anyway he desired. A soft moan elicits from her in pure pleasure as his warm tongue caresses her.


Several long minutes would pass before she’d even heard the words that came from him “What’s wrong, dear?” She loved the pet names he called her, and wondered, albeit, briefly what the next one would be, she found herself picking up a habit from him and hummed softly for a moment as she thought to herself ‘wrong?’ Was there something wrong? Nothing she could firmly place a paw on…

She was trying to forget the day up to this point, ignore the signs her body gave her, she didn’t want to be different she wanted to be normal. She honestly had no clue why these changes were happening, but if she ignored them long enough they might just go away 

So she spoke the truth as she saw it “Nothing..” after a beat she continued “Everything?” She lifted her head and little, opened her eyes and looked toward the sky as if for strength “I don’t know…” She dropped her head back against him and drew a deep breath, Damn he smelled so good. Her pink tongue slid out and tasting the line of his jaw, Thoughts of the last time they were together flirted through her mind, Holding the nape of his neck as she had mounted him, He had been willing and she had been wanton. Unable to get enough of him, that night that had left her tender and yet had soothed the monster within her.

Maybe he could help get rid of ‘this’ what ever this new monster was. She dashed that idea she was not up for that kind of activity right now. At least not in this moment, somehow it was easy for him to draw that wanton monster to the surface.  “I’m hungry” she declared, maybe she’d get a decent meal; if she had a hunting partner it was clear catching something on her own was going to be … something of a bother. She made no move to pull away from him though enjoying the contact.