Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Her glare did little to nullify his — by now— obvious attraction to her. Though when he steps off of her and does his show. He catches her looking to him. He looks back. Then to his dismay, she looks the other direction. Rolling onto her stomach she lies comfortably, facing away from him and begins stroking her paw with her tongue. For a fleeting moment he frowns, he wants to be the one she’s licking, goes through his mind childishly. He knows the game Simmik seems to be playing at right now and he’s more than happy to break down and bug her for the attention he so craves.

So he wipes off the pout and walks towards her. A smile slowly appearing on his face, he steps his left paw over her back so that his chest hover over her shoulders while his hips are still pointed away. His head cranes down to seat itself beside her ear and he comfortably rubs his head against her and lobs his flat tongue along the silky white fur of her jaw line and neck.

His replies are muffled due to her fur and his constant licking, but he speaks anyhow. “Come now dear, I won’t tease you anymore...” He pauses maniacally and halts his excessive licking. “...if you tell me what you want.” The words are cooed into her ear, sultry in their meaning and shameless in their delivery.