Sunspire Mountains ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

she wasn't in the mood for teasing much longer, and preened at the underside of his throat, his chest. his teeth tugged at her scruff and her preening turned to a sharp nip at the underside of his chin, though ultimately she rose. she did not stay still for long, moving to press alongside him, nipping at the fur along his spine as she went. her own tail was curled high in pseudo-dominance, and as she moved alongside him, her teasing nips became sharper, more wanting.