Hideaway Strath [m] no shortage of sordid, no protest from me

He inhaled sharply her pleading tones almost undoing him where he stood, his gaze met hers, his eyes soft inviting her in, giving her his soul through twin windows of golden harmony. His maw parted slightly and his breaths huffed softly as he collected himself willing control back. His brain quit working there was nothing bu the here and now, the sensations he could give her and the sweet passion she returned ten fold

Gentle nibbles across her shoulders and then his muzzle warming her skin with his breath before his foreleg moved over her shoulders. Though his leg rested across her it’s touch was feather light, he did not push her down or grab her, He may not know her past but he was able to read her body she wanted his touch but didn’t need to held. This was something he would provide her for as long as they both could stand it, exploring each other bodies thoroughly

He shifted his body slowly over her, though his bulk could swallow her whole, he did not, all his weight was held in his hind legs leaving any touch along her body butterfly soft, the slide of her fur along his was enticing, the hint of a caress rather then a push or pull. His chest slid over her back her tail in a sweet spot sliding along the flesh on his inner thighs. His encouraging murmurs tasted the edge of her ears as Husband and Wife became one and whole.  

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