Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt plying

The wolf’s cold nose pressed into her warmth as she pressed into him. The smell of heat here was overwhelming and inviting, and Pepper soon felt his excitement manifest physically, underbelly becoming weighted with desire. 

There were brief flickers of urge, to take what she offered ravenously for his own. But not her, not this time. She never vocalized interest. Something relaxed seemed appropriate for his exhausted body, anyway. 

The wolf began slow, several laps of increasing length, savoring her taste as much as the feeling. He let teeth graze across her as she pushed into him, though never intent to harm, and more out of situation than purpose. 

It wasn’t necessary. None of this was necessary for ensuring Sapphique’s survival. But the day prior had set a sentiment in which this had been both for pleasure and Sapphique. For him, this time, it was no longer about Sapphique at all.