Little Goat Mountain [m] eyetooth

her roll toward him was languid, an arm raised to boldly course her palm along the strength of his darkfurred chest. grey eyes lit with amusement, but in her voice was an open tone of challenging desire; "would you like to try, creek man?"

he was unattached and so was she. eivor did not think overmuch of her future, a creature of the moment and the moment's indulgences.

her like for akavir was genuine, her interest true. a delectable seasoning for a long journey was best savored by two.

her own mouth lifted toward his own.