Moonspear prodigy

She had watched him a beat of a minute before he had caught her gaze. He hadn't planned on anything, but his garden today. But he could easily enough put such thoughts aside.

He wasn't expecting her to race to him. And he tightened up his spine and shoulders, bracing to catch if he needed too. Her scent all around them. He was slightly dizzy and had to catch his breath. Though a deep exhale brought the teasing scent further into his space.

A deep rumble of appreciation as she rubbed against him. He nipped at the juncture of her hip. And made a soft noise of protest as she moved away. He followed like a dying man after water. Heat slowly stoking to a burn deep in his belly. A soft shudder of anticipation.