Overture Downs [m] chicken soup for the soulless

When she found herself swooning at his manly gait, Javelina abruptly realized what must be happening to her. Despite all her incandescence, she froze as Glaukos came to look over her. The instant his hot breath touched her thigh, her entire body broke out into a delicious quiver.

His nose pressed against her hip and this time, Javelina moaned in earnest. She blinked at the sound, the taste in her mouth now strained with pink. Glaukos’s attention moved, his nose skimming along her ribs before touching her neck. She breathed harshly, eyes a little wild by the time his muzzle brushed her cheek.

Glaukos? she said tightly. I need you.