Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

As he towers over her smaller form, Kynareth’s smile never dissipates. Rather, he releases a hearty chuckle from his lips, breath brushing over her throat where he nips. Her laugh rings through the air and his auds perk and swivel on his crown at the sound — it’s lovely. He tries harder for another. Especially when she nips his cheek and rasps a pink tongue just below his eye. 

The brindle wolfdog is just as enraptured and the flitting thought of Simmik rolls into his mind. Remembering their conversation about the raven pelted woman, Whrist. He’d fucked her while she was in heat — she’s pregnant. Something akin to guilt washes through him then. Simmik had grounded him for a lack of better words. He shouldn’t even be near a another woman right now. Especially fucking one while his wife watches over their two month old pups. 

He doesn’t let the guilt show, not one bit. Even with these thoughts rolling through his mind he allows his tongue and teeth to slither further down the sun kissed woman’s neck. Nipping at her chest, then soft underbelly. His own twin orbs flicking up promiscuously, before he quickly nuzzles at Teya’s ribs in an attempt at tickling her.

He pushes the thoughts away. He would confess his sins to his one and only goddess, but not today.