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Little did I know at the time how dramatically my life would change as a result of that day's events. I did not get another chance to see my Granny that week; I was needed at the mercantile in preparation for the big Leaf-turn festival coming up. Fortunately Hector's business interests kept him busy as well, so he did not have much time to pester me. 14 hours of those days were consumed at the mercantile, leaving me precious little time for much else. I couldn't even find time to put my vegetable garden to use. My nights were filled with odd dreams. I could not remember much, aside from the fact that they were primal, sexual dreams that left me saturated and writhing in the morning.

On the day that the Leaf-turn festival kicked off, I was finally able to find some time to myself. All of the shops were closed and the entire town was making merry at the village center. Knowing granny would not be in attendance (she also enjoyed her solitude) I baked another round of goodies for her and set out after breakfast.

There were far more travelers today; many families from the outlying farmsteads, and even the big city, would come down to enjoy the merriment. Knowing I would stand out as the only person heading away from town, I activated my cloak's obscuring enchantment as I left the house and made my way along the edge of the road towards granny's turn off. Most of the revelers were engaged in conversation and merriment already, so virtually noone took note of me, aside from a young boy riding along with his families' cart; he looked up from the object in his lap and gazed directly at me as I walked by, but said nothing, and they were soon out of sight.

I made the cutoff without further incident and made my way along. Up until that point I had not decided if I was going to make one of my 'side-trips', but as I approached the entrance to the game trail that led to my special spot, some sensation took hold and started tugging me in that direction. I did not place a lot of stock in 'fate', or 'providence' as a rule; however, that was about to be tested.

I followed my inkling and made the turn onto the side trail, making my way through the ever-present underbrush, which seemed to grasp more hungrily than usual at my clothing. I pulled my cloak tighter around myself and pressed on, soon reaching my secret spot.

I did not (yet) feel like attending the needs of my womanhood (it seemed those needs were getting a lot of attention in my sleep) so I instead opted to spend some time sunbathing. I removed my clothes and placed them as before; this time the boulder was nice and warm. I stretched out upon my cloak, resting my head on my remaining clothes, closed my eyes, and let my mind drift along with the breeze.

I must have dozed off as I lay in the sun; when I opened my eyes again the shadows had shifted significantly, and the sun had moved along to the break in the canopy above. I did a quick calculation and decided I must have dozed for nearly 3 hours. My stomach rumbled quietly, suggesting that it was indeed lunch time. I started to sit up to reach for a snack from granny's goodies, when I heard another growl; this however was significantly different than the one issued by my stomach. I turned my head slowly toward the sound and saw a large, shaggy, brown bear less than 2 feet away, with its' snout buried in the basket. I froze, not wanting to draw his attention. My dagger was just out of reach, and I did not have any offensive spells that would have any substantial effect on so large a creature.

Just then, the bear's head popped up out of the basket, his snout covered in crumbs and jelly, his ears twitching. He looked directly at me and started to growl, teeth bared. I quickly blurted the first thing that came to my mind; it tuned out to be a fortuitous thing, as I exhaled an incantation that may well have saved my life. I completed the chant just as he raised his arm; there was a brief, blinding flash of light and a startled snarl from the bear as his enormous paw sliced through the air between us and caught me a glancing blow across my right shoulder and chest. His claws dug deep furrows in my creamy flesh and the force sent me flying across the clearing to land in a heap several feet away. My right arm hung limp at my side, the gouges - at least two of them - deep enough that I could see the white bones of my shoulder joint through them. I tried to stand and a wave of pain, dizziness, and nausea grabbed hold of me so ferociously I almost did not turn my head in time to vomit forcefully what remained of my breakfast. I could hear the bear's angry snarls as he thrashed around, trying to regain his sight.

I could only sit there, hunched over on my hands and knees, trying to stop my stomach from cartwheeling as I heard the bear stumble closer to where I was. I closed my eyes, anticipating the swipe that would sever my spine, when I heard a new set of growls join the first. The strength in my one good arm gave out, and I flopped to the forest floor, driving sticks and other debris into the fresh wounds and sending a new wave of pain through my body. I managed to turn myself enough to roll over onto my back, fully expecting to see the bears' friends come along to join in the fun. Amidst the haze in my vision I could see Mr. Bear, some five feet away, and he appeared to be fighting someone - or something. The newcomer appeared to be nearly as tall as the bear - some 7 feet or so - and at first I thought 'that is the hairiest man I have ever seen' My vision started to dim, and the next thing I knew I was tumbling down, down, down into a darkness I did not know if I would ever return from.

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I opened my eyes some time later, to discover I was laying on my back in some sort of cave. The only light I could detect was a very faint illumination coming from what appeared to be the entrance. Judging by the light that I could see, several hours must have passed; it appeared to be moonlight filtering in. I tried to sit up and take stock of my surroundings, but I was struck by a wave of dizziness and I slumped back. It felt as though I was laying upon some sort of grass bed, with a lightly flowery fragrance. After the dizziness subsided some I tried again to sit up, this time with some success. I was able to prop myself up on my left arm for a moment and glance around. I noted that the cave was quite large, at least 20 feet across either way, with little of note aside from myself and my makeshift bed. I instinctively tried to bring my right arm down to prop myself better and discovered that it was bound tightly to my still bare chest. The little strength I had in my good arm gave out and I fell back to the floor.

As I lay there upon the bed of grasses, my memories started to filter back in. I remembered sunbathing, then awakening and being attacked by a bear. I remembered almost having my head removed, and vomiting, but the rest was a blur. Looking down at my shoulder I could recall there being a vicious wound; the memory of it made my arm and shoulder ache dully. There was also an abiding numbness as well - surely a blessing, as I remembered there had been quite a bit of pain.

So it seemed that someone had come to my rescue and either killed or chased off the bear, then brought me here to this cave and treated and dressed my wounds, as well as administered some sort of numbing agent. There was a wise-woman that lived near town, but I can't imagine that she would have been in the area, or that she would be able to fight a bear. Granny knew some healing techniques, and likely knew of the grotto, but she would not have been able to fend off a bear either, and she would have likely taken me back to her cottage once I was safe to move. As I tried to puzzle out what might have happened, I vaguely recalled the appearance of a large hairy man that had been growling and fighting with the bear before I had passed out. Who was he? Where had he come from? Certainly none of the townsfolk fit the description (what I was able to garner, at least)

My stomach started churning with hunger, growling loudly. Just then, there was movement near the entrance to the cave, and a figure obscured the moonlight for a moment, then crossed into the open area. My eyes had started adjusting to the dim illumination, and I tried to process what I was seeing: the creature - for it was no person in the traditional sense - stood at least 7 feet tall, with a narrow frame and what appeared to be thin, spindly arms. He seemed to be entirely covered in hair or fur of some sort, and his legs appeared to be bowed at a strange angle for walking upright. All of this registered in an instant, but the rest took a few moments longer. His head and face were that of a wolf.

I shook my head vigorously to clear my vision, in an effort to be sure the information my eyes were conveying was truly a reflection of reality, but there was no change. My next impulse was to reach for my dagger, but it was nowhere to be seen. As I pondered my situation, the figure in the entryway slung something - a bundle of some sort? - off of his shoulder, and took a deliberate, but seemingly non-threatening, step towards me. With his hands out to the side, palms up to reveal he held no weapons, he took another slow step forward. Of course, with a face - or more specifically a maw - like that, he did not likely ‾need‾ any weapons, but his clearly deliberate efforts to put me at ease had the desired effect, and I relaxed a little. 'Besides' I thought to myself, 'in my current state, if he wanted to harm me, there would be little I could do anyways.'

Seeing, or sensing? the tension ease from me somewhat, he made another cautious step forward. He was now only a few feet away, and even in the dim lighting I could see him rather clearly. He was closer to 7 1/2 feet tall, standing mostly erect. His hind legs were those of a wolf, in addition to his features from the neck up. His torso was certainly narrower than that of a human, but more broad than any wolf's. His arms appeared to be more human than canine, though quite slim for his height. On top of that, his entire body seemed to be covered with dark fur. As I took all of this in, I noticed 2 other factors, one leading to the next: the first, that he was not wearing any type of clothing, and the second that his... manhood?... was definitely more lupine than human.

He stood patiently as I surveyed him from top to bottom. When I concluded my research, he stepped forward again and came down to his knees. I impulsively started to draw away, but his actions intrigued me, and I did not sense any threat from him. Then, much to my surprise, he opened his mouth and started to speak!

"Hooow arrre youu fheeling?" His voice was a rich tenor, and despite the obvious anatomical challenges involved, fairly easy to understand. In truth, his almost howling accentuation of the 'oo' and 'ou' sounds sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

"I... I..." I stammered, still completely taken aback by the unfolding events.

"I worked hard to fix your wouunds, and gave youu some green plants to take away the pain" he explained, gesturing to the bindings around my chest and arm.

Finally regaining some composure, I managed to get out a halting "Th-thank you" His radiant amber eyes appeared to sparkle in response to my clumsily uttered gratitude, and what could only be a smile lifted the corners of his muzzle.

"I saw youu being attacked by the cold-sleeper and knew I had to help" he responded, "I scared him away and brought youu here to my home. I had to rip your coverings to try and fix you" he continued, again gesturing to the makeshift sling. Looking back down I noticed that it was strips of my blouse apparently holding me together.

"That's ok" I assured him, my speaking abilities finally coming back to some semblance of normalcy "I am grateful for your help. If not for you, I may not be alive now.

He seemed genuinely pleased by this, and the tension I did not realize he was carrying slipped from his shoulders. "I am glad." he stated simply.

"Do you mind if I make some light?" I inquired. "My eyes are not likely as good as yours and I can hardly see." He appeared to ponder the question for a moment before finally nodding an affirmative. I spoke a variation of the enchantment I had used on the bear earlier, creating an illumination that was much softer than before and filled a much larger area, bringing dim light to the entire chamber.

He blinked a few times, adjusting to the change in lighting, as I looked around the room. We were in a rough-hewn natural cavern, nearly circular and easily 40 feet across. There was little of note in the entire area, aside from the bed where I lay and a small-ish pile of bones at the far end. The passage where he had entered looked to be no more than 6 feet high, so he must have crouched, or walked on all fours, to get through. Near the entrance was the 'bundle' he had dropped, which turned out to be a freshly killed deer. Seeing the carcass rekindled the hunger I had nearly forgotten, causing my stomach to protest loudly.

"Oh, I am famished!" I exclaimed, my useable left hand rubbing my stomach to offset the void I felt there. "I have not eaten since this morning!"

'Wolfey' (I still did not know his name, or if he even had one) looked over to me and said "In truth, youu have not fed yourself for five cycles. I had wondered if youu were going to awake at all."

"Five... cycles?" I asked, my empty stomach momentarily receding in importance.

"Yes, five mooonrises" he confirmed.

"Five... days...?" I wondered aloud. "So I've been here for 5 days, and you have been watching over me this entire time?"

"I Have," he confirmed. "except when hunting foood for us."

"Wow, that's incredibly... wait, for 'us'?"

"Yes" he responded, a peculiar look crossing his features. "I have fed you as a she-wolf feeds the young pups."

I wondered at this for several moments, images of my unconscious form somehow suckling at the teats of this large, obviously male, wolf creature. Then my eyes widened as realization dawned. "So you have been... eating for me... and... then... feeding... " my stomach churned at the thought and my face must have turned some shade of green, for he leaned in closer and his expression adopted a sense of worry as I felt the bile try to rise in my chest. I swallowed it down with some effort and tried to offer a placating smile. "I'm ok" I informed him, "just a little... unexpected... is all." It appeared to have the desired effect as he settled back, his concern evidently retreating. "Thank you, for everything."

The corners of his mouth turned up in something like a smile, and he... blushed? "It was... my pleasure" he responded, seeming genuinely pleased. "I have watched yoou from afar many times as you came through the forest, but have not dared to approach for fear of frightening yoou."

"You have?" I inquired, somewhat astonished.

"I have. However, your kind does not often react well to mine. Many wolfkin and wolves alike have been slain because of misunderstanding, so I was afraid you would run if I approached yoou."

I opened my mouth to respond, then closed it, not sure what to say. He was most likely correct, if I had seen him approaching me prior to this encounter, I likely would have run. "It is ok" he said, seemingly following my train of thought. "I am glad I was able to help yoou"

I smiled up at him again, feeling a warmth creep into my face that surprised me. As I opened my mouth again to speak, my stomach finally decided it had been patient enough and issued a growl so loud it reverberated through the cavern. My mouth snapped closed and I grinned sheepishly, as I cast my gaze furtively to the ground. "I guess I am still hungry" I stated finally. As I looked up, I saw that... Wolfey... had stood and made his way over to the fresh-killed deer he had dropped. I smiled at his back, feeling that blush seep back into my features.

He brought the carcass closer to where I lay, setting it down again at the edge of my makeshift bed. The deer's throat had been violently torn out, its' glassy-eyed gaze fixed on some distant horizon. I could smell the metallic tang of blood - faint, but impossible to miss. Despite its' clearly violent death, the look on its' face was serene, as if it had been daydreaming happily at the moment of its' death. I looked up from my contemplations to see 'Wolfey' looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, uh... are you waiting for me?"

"Yes," he replied, "is it not human custom to give the females first choice?"

"Oh, well, yes..." I stammered, perplexed. "Well, at least for some humans it is. I pondered a moment over this most curious 'wolfkin' before I spoke again. "I'm sorry, do you mind if I cook mine? We humans can sometimes get sick from raw meat"

His brow screwed up in an almost comical expression of confusion as he thought about my statement. "You can cook it if it is better for you, yes" he replied after a moment. "Do you need something to make the fire?"

"I will need something to burn, like some large sticks, but I can make the fire once I have that" I informed him.

He nodded and turned, making his way back to the entrance of the cave and slipping out. I noticed that his footsteps made no sound as he walked across the cave, despite the detritus littering the floor, and reflected that it must make him a deadly hunter. Of course, looking back to the deer carcass, its' peaceful features suggesting that it had died too suddenly to experience fear, I already suspected that.

I stretched, noticing at last that my benefactor had even found a blanket somewhere to cover me with. It was a dark forest green and clearly old, with tatters and worn patches spattered across its' surface, but it was warm and made of some soft material I could not identify. Feeling the call of nature beginning to press on my bladder, I pulled the blanket back to stand and realized that I was entirely nude. For a brief moment I saw an image of me, not a stitch of clothing, cradled in his arms as he sprinted through the forest, toting me as though I weighed no more than the fur on those arms and shielding my form from the whipping branches and stinging nettles. The image faded slowly, receding until all I could see was his face, inches from mine, a mask of genuine concern as he gazed down at me.

I was shaken from my contemplations by the sound of sticks and brush being dropped on the floor of the cave. I gazed up to see 'Wolfey' looking at me intently, evidently waiting for confirmation from me. I looked down at the sizable collection he had brought, ranging in size from tiny twigs, up to a few logs as big around as my head.

"That's great, thank you again... I'm sorry, I don't even know your name, or if you even have one as humans understand them." I stated, looking back up at him apologetically.

"I dooo have a name, but you probably could not speak it" he stated, "it is..." and then he proceeded to make a sound that was something of a low howling, punctuated with a short, dry bark, and ending with a soft 'whuff' If I were to put it into words, it was something like "awroooo-ark-oooo whuff"

Still looking apologetic, I nodded slightly in agreement. "Yes, I suppose you are right. I could try it..." Concentrating fiercely, I made an attempt to do so. To my ears it sounded close, but 'Wolfey' burst into gales of laughter, clutching his sides and rolling around the floor of the cave. Puzzled, I waited for his fit of hysterics to abate before I inquired "What? What's so funny?"

Regaining some semblance of composure, he replied between giggles "Roughly translated, you asked if I enjoyed rabbit farts."

"Ah, oh, um, well. I guess I can't call you 'happy rabbit farts' can I?" I stated, somewhat morose

His face took on a more serious appearance as he formulated a response, "I'm sorry to have laughed, I am glad that yoou made the attempt on my behalf. I suppose the subtle differences can be hard to hear with human ears." He offered a smile as he continued, "I have always liked the name 'Anubis', if that is better"

Looking up into his smile, most humans would see his fangs glistening and think "I'm about to have my throat torn out" I, however, saw something entirely different. Sincere warmth emanated from his features, and his amber eyes glowed invitingly. As I sat, completely bare aside from the blanket of unknown origin pooled at my ankles, gazing up into the face of this unusual creature, I realized he was simply, unabashedly, beautiful.

"Anubis, huh?" I asked, feeling a slight blush rise to my face. "Yes, I like that too." I nodded, smiling. Flitting images of my earlier imaginings danced through my mind, superimposing themselves fleetingly over his smiling visage, my vision alternating between the radiant smile he now wore and the mask of true concern I know he wore when carrying me back to his home. My heart fluttered, and I could feel my blush deepen.

"Well," I said, looking away from him after several moments, "This should be more than enough for my purposes, thank you... Anubis." He smiled in response and sat back on his haunches, apparently to continue awaiting my choice. I muttered a short enchantment, then with my useable hand, pointed at a long, slender - but sturdy - branch, and gestured upward. It rose off the ground as I indicated, and it floated smoothly to my side. Stealing a quick glance at Anubis from the corner of my eye, he continued to sit patiently, giving no indication that my use of magic made him at all apprehensive or uncomfortable. Without knowing precisely why, I was pleased by this.

I spent the next several minutes similarly moving other branches, positioning these ones in a conical shape, then uttered another incantation, cupping my hand as though holding a drink of water, and an apple-sized orb of blue flame sprang to life within. From the periphery of my sight I saw Anubis flinch - slightly - at the appearance of the fire, but otherwise he sat unperturbed. I leaned over, reaching my good hand toward the base of my construction, and set the magically-conjured ball inside. Within moments I had a good fire going, the smoke rising up to the roof of the cavern several feet above and gathering there in an ethereal pool.

Satisfied, I looked back up at Anubis, still seated. "By any chance, did you grab my knife when you rescued me?"

"Not when I rescued yoou, no" he responded, "but once I was sure that yoou were safe, I went back for your things." He smiled again, seeming somewhat pleased with himself. "Wait here, I will fetch it!" He sprang to his feet and dashed past me, to the far end of the cavern. He disappeared around a bend that I had not before noticed, then returned moments later, carrying my clothes (minus the shredded blouse) in a pile, and atop it, my dagger.

"Thank you again, Anubis" I said gratefully as he set them down by me. His grin widened, and his tail - a great bushy thing - began sweeping back and forth. His tongue protruded from his mouth, easily 2 inches wide and 6 or seven inches (that I could see) in length. I found myself wondering what that beautiful muscle would feel like in my mouth, and on my...

Blushing ferociously I looked quickly back to what I was doing before my mind had wandered unbidden into such bizarre territory. I fumbled at the handle of my dagger, muttering in frustration as it slipped from my hand repeatedly. 'What on earth are you thinking?!' I scolded myself. 'Why would you even think that?! I can't believe... I mean, what the Hell... er... I... It's not like he's even human for crying out loud!'

My internal ramblings were instantly silenced by a warm velvety feeling on the back of my hand. A shock alit all the nerves there, and I looked down to see Anubis' hand - easily twice the size of mine - take hold of my hand and steady it. My face - my entire body - felt aflame from blushing; so much so I knew I must be glowing enough to rival the illumination from my enchantment. I looked up as he guided my hand to the handle of my dagger to see his face mere inches from my own. He was still smiling, but not so much with mirth as with something else.

My eyes locked with his - beautiful, captivating golden orbs - and I saw in their depths so many things: intelligence, fear, passion, wisdom, compassion... I was suddenly and completely immersed in that amber sea. I shuddered, with something other than fear, as I peered deep into the soul of this unusual and enchanting creature. All at once I felt all of his secrets open up to me, and a sensation I had never experienced welled up within me. So foreign was this sensation that I did not know what word could describe it - I was entranced. Completely and utterly enthralled.

Releasing - intentionally this time - the handle of my dagger, I reached my good hand up, tentatively, towards his face. I could feel the heat radiating from each of us in undulating waves, threatening to shame the meager warmth from the fire I had created. My hand stopped just short of Anubis' face. His breath quickened, as did mine, nearly to panting. My heart raced, while deep in the recesses of my consciousness a faint voice cried out in protest. It was quickly drowned out by the thunder of my heartbeat.

With a quivering breath I closed the gap separating my hand from his muzzle. There was a sharp intake of breath, though I know not mine or his. I could feel the velvety texture of the fur there; soft warm, inviting. I stroked his face gently; his eyes half-lidded with rapture. Now his hands came into my awareness, one at my waist, the other softly caressing my cheek. My heart was pounding so fiercely it could have burst from my chest with less vigor. I leaned in; he leaned down; our lips met, I gasped shallowly, and tingles erupted down the entire length of my spine, a waterfall of sensation cascading.

As I pressed my lips against his, I opened mine slightly, my tongue snaked out and brushed against his lips. They parted, his tongue slipped out hesitantly and brushed against mine. A sigh escaped me as I embraced his tongue with mine, gently prodding at his. He reciprocated, his much larger tongue wrapping around my own, embracing it. The oral parley continued, and intensified, my breathing again becoming shallow and rapid. After an aeon I pulled back, gently trapping his tongue between my teeth until at least 9 inches of it was exposed before I released him.

We sat there for some time, our breathing gradually returning to some semblance of normalcy as I gazed at him, and he at me. I licked my lips, tasting traces of his saliva there; earthy, metallic, slightly feral; I could feel parts of me starting to awaken. As rational thought started gradually intruding into my awareness again, that protesting voice tried once more to leap to the forefront. For a brief moment I felt a twinge of something - guilt? shame? fear? What would the townspeople think? What would granny think? Should I be doing this? My hand trembled for a moment as I wrestled with my reticence. To his credit, Anubis waited patiently, as though he could hear the struggle within me. His hands remained where they were - one tangled in my long golden tresses, the other at my waist - but they did not advance any more than they did retreat.

Finally I made up my mind. To the nine Hells with the townsfolk. Deep within this felt right. The trembling in my hand receded and set it firmly into the longer hair where his pointed ears met his muscular neck. I tangled my fingers there and started to pull Anubis back down towards me, but he held back.

"Before we go any further" he stated, "yoou must know that, like wolves, we wolfkin mate for life. If we mate, I will never take another besides yoou. Pairing is very serious for us, certainly more than for many humans, as I understand them. I will take you as my mate, if that is your wish" he continued, a look of intense seriousness clearly evident in his eyes, "But know what that means before you doo"

I looked up into those amazing golden eyes and thought about his proclamation. I could feel the intensity as he gazed back at me, and I thought about what he had said. I had already decided that I was willing to cast aside any of the mores cast upon me by my people, but I had not considered what it would mean to him. It was clearly evident that he meant every word; was I ready to make a lifelong decision for someone I hardly knew? Would it even be fair for me to do so? With the seed of doubt trying to take root, the presence in the back of my mind trying to assert itself as the voice of reason returned, attempting to nourish that seed. "See?" it persisted "You're not ready for this! There are so many reasons to stop now, you can still get out of this gracefully..."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" I 'shouted', instantly silencing it. Looking again at Anubis, I could see that he continued to await my decision with enduring patience. I offered him a smile, this time a simple reflection of my sincere gratitude, before I spoke aloud.

"Anubis, you are right, that this is a serious decision. I am ready to forgo any reluctance born of my own kind, but in the end, that part of the decision is not mine to make. It would not be fair to you for me to make a lifelong choice for you, so what I will tell you is this. For my part, the decision is made. I am ready to be yours. The rest is up to you."

He looked back at me, the joy evident upon his features, as he began to reply. "That was exactly the answer I was hoping yoou would give," he stated, staring directly into my soul; "Yoou may have only known me for a very short time, but I have known yoou for many years. I want to love yoou until my dying breath. I want my pups to be born, and raised, by yoou." He continued to gaze into my eyes, his beautiful amber eyes sparkling. My heart skipped a beat, and a new sensation filtered from it through my entire body, filling me with the soft, comforting warmth of contentment. I favored Anubis with a saucier smile as the hunger in my stomach was quickly supplanted by another, deeper, more primal, hunger.

"Come here then, you beautiful creature, and show me what I mean to you." He smiled back at me, looking deep into my eyes, and replied "As yoou wish." With his right hand, still tangled in the hair at the back of my head, he pulled me in to him. Our lips met again and swiftly parted, my tongue seeking his for a passionate embrace. He eagerly obliged, our tongues meeting in a battle where both sides would win. We spent several minutes exploring one anothers' mouths; I ran mine over his, across his foreign palate, over his long canine teeth, and back, while his explored the entirety of my mouth, once even reaching the back of my throat before retreating. We pulled back slightly and I looked again into those spellbinding orbs of his. My entire body tingled, and a familiar warmth was starting to build in my loins. Our breathing was shallow and rapid, and I could feel by his pulse that our hearts beat to a staccato tempo. I grinned mischievously at him and said "I could do this all day, " my gaze wandered down his neck, his chest, down even further, where I spied an inch of the red tip of his maleness peeking out of his sheath; "but I think perhaps I am ready for more"

He grinned in response, equal parts mischief, adoration, and feral lust apparent, and stated again, "as yoou wish."