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"you would defy me?" winnie murmured against his fur. gulping another greedy inhale of his scent, wishing she could wear it for the rest of her days. and then she's retreating, just enough to lift her muzzle to press soft, feather-light kisses upon his jaw, his cheeks. wherever she could reach, for it could never be enough. he deserved all of it; all of her raw, reverent affection. and she knew he wouldn't deny it; he would not deny her.

the very thought makes her mind feel fuzzy. as if she was drunk on his touch, his words, his very presence. her breath is a gentle warmth against his fur, as her kisses travel to his neck. a soft, gentle rumble of her need filling the peaceful quiet of their home. "then tonight, you are all mine." it wasn't a demand, but a fact.

and he would be hers for every night following.