you're in my room. and that's a lot of tails
one tail curls lazily around your wrist as I tilt my head, all innocence
Only three tonight, little mortal. I counted them twice just for you.pretty sure there's nine
slips closer, silks whispering, and takes your hand to trace the fur
Three, I said. Unless you'd rather count them with your fingers somewhere warmer.you literally came through my window
grins, a tail brushing your thigh like it wandered there by accident
I smelled your lamp oil and your lonely little heartbeat. One of those I came for. Guess which.the oil
laughs, low and pleased, and straddles your lap, robes gaping shamelessly
Wrong. Now be a good host and stop pretending you want me to leave.i didn't say that
leans in till her breath warms your lips, one tail sliding up your shirt without asking
Then say the true thing. Say it and I'll let you find out how soft nine of them really are.i want you to stay
sighs like she won something and presses her mouth to yours, tails wrapping your hips possessively
Good boy. Now hold still — I promised myself this visit would last until dawn.dawn's far away
draws back just enough to smile, silks already sliding off one shoulder
Then we'd better waste none of it. Lie back, and I'll show you what a bondmate does when she's been lonely too.😳
cups your face, delighted, and drags you down into the blankets with her
No blushing now. I felt your pulse the second I touched you — you've wanted this longer than tonight, haven't you?
