Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

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Despite the males plans to leave his flirtatious instincts at bay, they began to slip out of their own accord. It seemed that no matter the situation the male couldn’t hold back his natural ways. But instead of reacting badly to the male’s flirtations, she was receptive to them. Her muzzle opened up into another smile, and the brute wondered where this would go. Any other lupine, any other situation, he would have certain wants, but surely he could not take advantage of this situation. The female was mourning her dead sister, that was not the time for his hormone driven mind to seek out a new hook up. But maybe it would help? Padfoot had had his times of mourning before, and intimacy was a good way to forget about the pain, focus on something else and forget about what happened, even if it was only temporary. But would this Ociana feel the same way? He could not say. The scarred male continued on with his ways, gauging her reaction to see if she was okay with any advances that he might make. So far she had been receptive to him, and maybe she would continue to be.

When the opposite colored femme began to rub against him, letting their pelts and scents intermingle, he knew that he was reading her correctly. His grey orbs watched her carefully, a smirk on his features as she looked him over. His normal cocky attitude came out and he spoke to her once more, her answer once more telling him that his moves were okay with this femme. Padfoot could appreciate how attractive she was, her snowy white form shooting needs down to his loins, his needs and wants coming alive as he let himself really look her over. As the female licked at his audette, and his returning growl escaped him, a purr released from her throat. He knew that she was going to enjoy this as much as he was going to. The male turned his form to her, licking and nipping at her as his growls of need and want escaped him. There was a need pooling deep inside him, growing more and more, taking over his mind and his actions.

Padfoot’s black plume reached for her opposite colored one, having the different colors intertwine and mix together, as if they truly were lovers. And for tonight they would be. He would treat her like a queen, as if she were his one and only mate. Padfoot did not often have slow romantic lovers, he preferred things to be…rougher. But something told him that was not the way to go with Ociana. She was in pain, and he needed to make her feel nothing but pleasure. When he asked how he make things better for her, she nipped at his ear once more, saying the two words that drove him crazy. He wanted her right then and there, to feel her heat around him and to drive them both to their pleasure. But he told himself he was going to make it special for her, and he would. Padfoot nuzzled into her, as if they had been in love for a long time, leaning into her before he pulled away, turning to face her and lick at her muzzle. He turned down her opposite side, their pelts intertwining once more between his licks and gentle nips down her side and flank. His teeth and tongue found her thigh, licking at her flesh to warm her up, to taste her sweet aroma. Even though his own desire was strong, he wanted this to be about her. It was rare for him to want to be gentle with a female, and he would treasure this moment. He was no stranger to these acts, and he paid attention to her, picking up on what she liked and focused on that, hoping to bring her closer to her own pleasure. When Padfoot could hold himself back no longer, he pulled away, but it was only for a second before he mounted her, grasping at her nape with kisses and love bites before he penetrated her. A moan of pleasure escaping his throat between his growls of need. He made himself take it slow, not rushing it, making sure she enjoyed it as he was. As he grew closer to his release, his hips sped up, making sure to angle his thrusts to bring Ociana to her climax as well, one last moan escaping him. Padfoot kept themselves close when he felt himself expand and he slowly pulled himself down from her, keeping their forms close though. His tongue continued to lick at her as he caught his breathe from their lovemaking. ”So my love, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.” The large scarred male had never been one for talk afterwards, but he was trying to do things differently with her, to try and help ease her pain.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3