My sweet Storm, never unflinching, strong and sturdy, places his palms on the mirror. I have to extend my elbow to give the back of his ear an affectionate scratch, drinking in the predatory hunger and prey-like meekness warring in his tsunami eyes. He’s a mess, all whimpers and snarls and untempered need.
I kiss along the length of his jaw, noticing the way Terra’s scent perfumes the air at the sight, causing Vulf to produce even more sweetwater slick. My shattered crystal heart soars at the aroma. They were made to complement each other. Made for me.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
He does.
Twirling my empty wine glass, I perch on the edge of the chaise. His fur trembles under my fingertips as I tease the inside of his thigh. Sitting like this, I can rest my cheek on his velvety hip.
“You’re doing very well. Keep your hands on the wall.” I pet the smooth pelt of his ass, smacking it lightly just to watch him tense.
Terra twists from the end of the bed to the side, watching, squirming. By the scent of things, I’m sure she has made a mess in my favorite robe.
“Come closer, Wildflower.” She hesitates for a moment before stepping from the bed. “No. Your knees.”
The interest in her emerald stare sharpens as though she might argue, but I know her. I can feel her desire. I’ve seen the way she prefers to be treated and witnessed the lack of care she’d received from other partners. I must show her that my pet and I truly see her, and her needs deserve to be met.
“Crawl.”
Chapter Eight
Azuran
Like gravity had forsaken her, she drops to her hands and knees, her eyelids drooping seductively. A plump lower lip disappears under teeth that I want to be marked by. The robe’s plunging neckline frames low, hanging breasts, beaded nipples begging to be kissed.
“Very good.” My hand grazes Vulf’s rear, settling on his balls. I gently smooth one thumb down the middle, rolling and squeezing with no urgency at all. His lower back bows, jutting into my hand, heavy cock swinging. “Do you smell the sweetwater, Wildflower?”
“Mmmm,” Terra moans, almost to our feet. “It smells so good.”
She reaches Vulf’s heels and sits back on her knees, hands wringing in her lap, antlers jutting proudly in the air as she glances between me and my busy hands.
“Indeed.”
With one palm on Vulf’s hip, I reach through his legs and pull back his cock, showing it off with a long, slow stroke. Vulf whines. Terra mimics the sound, leaning forward with her mouth half-open.
“See what a mess he makes?” I tease. Removing my hand, a long trail of Vulf’s clear slick connects us. Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I deliberately allow the string to break just before passing over Terra’s pretty, waiting tongue.
She protests with the pitiful whine of a deerfox cub.
“Delicious,” I groan.
“I want a taste!”
With a chuckle, I pluck my empty wine glass from the cart. With the thick red appendage hanging just above Terra’s mouth between his thighs, I gather all the slick seeping along the shaft and guide it down, repeating this motion until there’s a modestly full glass.
Her eyes track me as I bring the glass to my lips and swallow deeply, draining the glass. Terrra practically hisses at me, her wiggling so out of control I fear she might come on the spot.
“Tsk, tsk. A goddess like you deserves her sweetwater straight from the tap." Vulf's shaft is already coated in slick once more. I set aside the wine glass and tilt him toward her mouth, checking that his hands are still flat on the mirror. "Lie on your back, Wildflower. Put your antlers through his legs.”
Terra pauses at the mention of her antlers, but she recovers swiftly. She takes instruction almost as well as my Stormcloud. In time, she will learn not to hesitate.
“Perfect. Drink what you can, dear, but be aware, there will be more than you can handle.”
Her eyes narrow. “You don’t know what I can handle.”
There’s that beautiful defiance. I snake one hand around Vulf’s thick thigh to continue stroking him, the other now cupping his knot.
“I hope to find out in time,” I drawl.
