Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

She met his advance with more physicality than he expected, as neither herself nor her wife were very physical creatures as far as he was aware. It was just as likely he was not their type - it wasn't like he thought in depth about their habits - but all of that left his mind as she pressed herself against him and fanned the air with her raised tail. The scent was alluring; more than that, it was like the baiting of a hook and Firefly soon grew disoriented by its affect upon his system. He felt his mind fog over quickly and a more bestial aspect rose up in its stead. He rumbled a pleasurable note deep in his chest as she afforded him some sentimentality, some connection, and every little bit of affection and attention served to bring them closer together. It did not occur to him that this was the moment, but he was thoroughly distracted, intoxicated by the way she moved and smelled and felt and -- he could barely contain himself as he began to groom at her neck fur, her sides, getting in to position --- and without thinking, rose up with reaching forelimbs to grasp at her waist.