Redsand Canyon I want a perfect soul

She didn’t make contact. Towhee didn’t want their genitals or their juices or their genital juices touching her. Instead, she rushed inside their little love nest, squatted and raised her forelegs into the air. She meant to shout something funny, though she didn’t get to that part before Kallik sprang at her, tackling her backward with his teeth going for her throat.

“I want to really ambush you, like come flying out of nowhere when you least expect it. I won’t use teeth or anything, but I won’t hold it against if you do, at least at first. The point is to test your reflexes and how you cope with being completely bushwhacked. Still onboard?”

Well, the Praefectus wheezed, raising a foreleg to block his bid for her throat. His teeth sank into it and the next words came out surprisingly high pitched. Your reflexes are good. Uncle! Uncle!! Hopefully he would remove his teeth from her forearm and—was that his junk dangling precariously close to her thigh? FUCKING UNCLE!!!!!