Qeya River devourer

her boundless strength and enthusiasm for his company only fed the sootwraith's ego, and only served to further incentivize him to claim her. it wasn't so much about the sex for stigmata, as it was the promise of strong offspring - the continuation of a legacy. he did not love this she-wolf, but he desired her; he was driven to compete for her, and he was letting it be known now that when it came time for her season: she was to be his.

the male vibrated with positive, sensual energy, and as her tail swept across his muzzle, he chased after the fluffy appendage with teasing jaws. it was an excuse to get close and thrust his muzzle between the feverish clutch of her thighs; snatching himself back before she could react unfavorably to his invasive maneuvering. not that she had been anything but willing up to this point - stigmata simply wasn't going to assume he'd won the trust of her most sensitive areas just yet.

but to instill confidence in his company, stigmata abruptly fell to the ground with his good shoulder, and rolled over impishly so that she might have somewhat of an advantage over him.