Any attempt to slow her breathing or steady her racing heart have been abandoned. There is some part of her that remains as she always is – a little cold, a little distant – but it is smashed into the smallest of spaces and overwhelmed by whatever part of her psyche now holds the reigns.
Passion she knows, and passion she feels when she hears Stillwater’s shallow breathing overhead. There is something else, something more, but that novelty is easily overlooked as the heat slides through her. The trees that create a bowery over the cave and the kingdom are perpetually autumn – why would she need to keep track of the seasons when it is always fall? - the changes in her own body have gone entirely unnoticed.
She’s not thinking of that as she arches up into his grip, pressing her side to him even as she feels him bind her to him. She is always held (Stillwater is not the only ones with chains at his feet) but never this way. Her grey sides shiver for a moment, sleek rather than haired, but they remain as firmly attached and she feels the last of her tension slip from her grasp. Always in control, she surrenders.
The predatory rumble in his voice is overlooked; some things die hard – like her inability to be appropriately cautious. Instead she shivers beneath his touch as his muzzle slides down her back, flicks her tail at the sensation without thought. “What will you do now, then?” She asks, parroting his earlier words in a low voice. Her eyes remain dark, though they flash to gold as she heals the cut in her lip. It has pulled when she had spoken and she had not liked it. She is no sadist – she finds no pleasure in her pain.
natural build - slim
smoky grullo tobiano
brown eyes