The thrill that filled her body as she pinned the woman under her was unreal. Every hair on her body bristled with excitement and a fire. All she could do was bury her muzzle into the fur of Eleanor’s neck and war with herself to keep from biting the skin with a snarl. Instead, she growled breathlessly, mouth just open to release sound and teeth bared though harmless under her self control.

It was indeed a dangerous game they were playing. Toeing the lines of what was real, what was right, and what was wise. Their desires, at least Despoina’s, were hard to fight but it was the challenge that added to the thrill. As she tackled and tussled she told herself it was a game, they were playing, there was nothing real about the burning energy that coursed through her veins. It was all just a lie. Until it shifted with the sound of a single tail flop. Despoina froze, feeling the sudden shift in their actions. She stared down and all the lies caught in her throat, tightened her chest, forced her to realize the truth as she noticed her heart racing.

Snarling pushed herself away from Eleanor, her ears flattened against her skull as if trying to drown out the sound of her own thoughts. “Very shitty cover-up.” She growled, trying desperately to take her narrowed gaze off the woman and failing miserably. All the thoughts flew through her mind with a speed lightening would envy. Taking her back to Iromar, biting her face off here and now, burying her nose back into the fur, wrapping herself around the beautiful body that stood before her, killing her outright to stop the confusion, curling up together to fight off the cold of the coming season. Eleanor had cursed her. She tore her eyes away from Eleanor and got to her feet. Forcing herself to look at the ground, scratching at the dirt with her claws. “It sounds like a personal problem. You’re going to have to find a cure for that itch.” A final glance as she turned to leave and a flick of her silver white tail. “Good luck.”