Redtail Rise But She’s Always a Woman to Me.

they grappled, and ancelin found space for a breathless laugh or two.
until her strong legs turned to dark pillars and the hardness of his own paws had slid to her — waist.
lilia seemed perplexed; ancelin found himself transfixed, the latent servitude to a dominant female softening his eyes, a self-deprecating laugh feathering into her withers as his arms tensed for a moment —
the latency, not so much now, forced a reaction from his body; he intook his breath sharply and pulled away before he could hopefully be noticed. "uh, okay. well. i'm gonna —" but he didn't, just stood staring at lilia a half-foot apart with his heart in his throat.