Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

Riling others up was one of the promiscuous Tigers favorite things. Only one had succeeded in convincing her right back; it was the easiest thing in the world to convince a man to give into his loins, after all. No others could make her blood run quite so hot as that first mysterious one had, and he was long gone. That was fine; Tiger had no desire to keep him.

The jetblack male moved toward her, suggesting a trip. It was her ears that perked forward now, interest the prevalent feature upon her, and she allowed him into her space. Her own bright eyes looked to his, and Tiger felt his fangs brush her first gently, and as he moved to her sensitive throat Tiger let out a low growl. It was strange to trust this stranger so implicitly, but it became perfectly clear to Tiger what she wanted now. He wanted the same thing. And so as he pressed into her, Tiger felt herself moving nearer to his own neck, to lay hot kisses where his jaw met his throat if he remained... His words were only half-heard, but it is Tigers turn to move, her body shifting to drag alongside his own as though she were a cat. I think, comes her own voice, husky as his own had began, I would like to see this place. Would you... take me? She grins and turns on her heel so that she was sideways to him, the whole of her exposed for his eyes to take in. Tiger was not a vain wolf by any means, but had heard from her eloquent leader herself she had the build any man would dream of. Birthing hips and all. The latter thought brought her to, birthing hips... and it would be up to the inky male before her to bring her back into her lust-driven reverie.