Broken Boulder so sad, her eyes; smiling dark eyes

Please, she mouthed, her lips rounding for a long moment before her tongue drew the 's' out slowly, a hiss under her breath. She felt so open, so vulnerable. Each and every muscle in her body shuddered; every sooty hair was erect, pointing at the sky, her dark form barely visible in the dim light of night.

Lily stretched her muzzle out to preen at Vilkas's chest fur, pushing her nose into the expanse of his neck and letting her tongue run extended smooth lines along his throat. She felt the blood moving fast there, his pulse quickening, and felt an answering throb that bloomed between her hind legs and extended, like ripples in a pond, out to her stomach, her heartbeat, her toes.

Like a woman drunk on sweet summer wine, she rose unsteadily to her feet, rubbing against her newfound love in a sinuous manner. Her eyes were all-consuming fire, raking over his face, his form, suffused with desire. She growled, deep at the base of her throat, and swept her tail aside, suddenly impatient. She knew now how this game was played.