Noctisardor Bypass [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies

He was delighted that his 'experimental sniffing' had made her squirm and shudder as she sucked in a breath. A low moan of his name escaped his wife's lips as he entered her and stayed, her breath ragged as the silence wreathed around them, both wanting to continue but Shadow loved teasing her and managed to have some self restraint. In the end she spoke, though it was not the answer to his question, he obeyed, quite happily too. Shuffling his hind legs to get a better position, placing a kiss on her spine, he gave another thrust, a soft hiss escaping the silver male's lips as he did so. He buried himself deep within her before withdrawing and thrusting again, the fur on his hips meshing with the fur on her rump.

His strokes were agonizingly slow, teasing her with every stroke, every thrust of his hips he made. Shadow knew Paar would want him to thrust faster but he wanted her to say it herself, request what she wanted and so his thrusts continued with the same slow, rhythmic strokes. "Tell me, what do you want Paar?" he hissed softly, plastering another kiss on her back.