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they began a ballet of sorts; mireille allowed him a full breath of touch, muzzle pressed where he would while her tail wavered. then she drew on, though this time her own mouth snaked for his, her tonguetip to shoulder and hackles —
he was powerful in his own right and his persistence pleased her; mireille mouthed his jaw and at last wound her hips between his forelegs, smouldering with encouragement.