The Thieve's Quarry. Part 1
The beginning of a Story Roleplay about two rogues finding desire in a small tavern in Skyrim. This is part one revolving around the tension and build up of these two strangers followed by their wanting desire.
Deft fingers tugged the strings of the ignorant nord's coin purse. Grasping it tightly, so as to stifle any noise, the snow leopard quickly tucked the pouch into her pocket. She had turned and walked away before the drunken nord or any of his friends could even take notice. Her tight, black-leather Nightingale armor clung to her shapely body and kept her nearly silent. The hood covered her shoulder-length white mane and most of her white face. Only her small spotted muzzle and intense eyes could be seen. In the dark light of the pub they looked almost black, but in the light they were a deep ocean blue-green.
Those sea-colored eyes of hers scanned the pub before she decided to get a drink at the bar. Walking across the pub in silent, padded boots, she quickly felt her bow and quiver and patted the small sheathed dagger on her left hip - a habit she had picked up - just to make sure they were still at the ready just in case. At the far end of the bar a dark character caught her eye. A wolf clothed in light, leather armor sat, nursing a pint. 'Odd to see a wolf in these parts,' she pondered, 'though I suppose snow leopards aren't common either.' Glancing his way with a subtle smile, she sat down two seats from him and ordered a pint. She tossed down one of her purses acquired that day onto the counter.
The audible metallic sound of metal against the hard oak of the counter made this wolf's ears perk and flutter slightly. His hood was currently down around his shoulders, otherwise his ears would've made bumps against cloth; that was not the case however. He was slouched forward over the counter slightly, not a prideful look of any wolf, tired and disinterested eyes looking at particularly nothing in front of him as he sipped from that crude wooden mug, the honey sweet ale teasing at his lips, leaving the fur there slightly darkened from being wet.
However, this sound did indeed catch his attention as he slowly turned his head to look at whatever caught his attention, azure eyes more alive then they were before. What he saw, he was not expecting The lithe form of a Snow leopard sliding her leather clad rump into a seat with the intriguing way her tail curled to help balance her form. It was interesting to say the very least, making his own long grey tail flick from side to side if only for a moment. She was something unique, exotic and much more interesting than anything this tavern had brought to his attention thus far. But rogues are careful individuals. The slightest of grins and the darkest of eye-gleam was seen from those daring eyes before he looked back to his mug, taking another disinterested sip, though of course, his eye, through the peripheral was on this tantalizing snow-leopard.
The wolf's quick glance caught her eye, and the tiny glimmer found in those azure eyes brought a smirk to her lips, which she hid in her mug. 'I wonder if I could,' she considered, 'I do fancy a challenge.' She sized him up out of the corner of her eye, always looking down into her cup, taking careful note of his deliciously toned muscles and tight leather armor. With a curt nod and quick flick of her long, spotted tail, she made her decision. Downing the rest of her mug, she closed the gap between them and slid over to the seat next to his. Placing her elbow on the bar and her cheek on her paw, she looked at him and inquired with a sultry grin, "buy me a drink?"
Avrik had watched her, looking back and forth, her face complacent with the quizzical ideas of 'what if', which of course made that grin on the wolf's dark lips spread even further. The next thing however was unexpected. He watched her, with such elegance slide from one seat to another, bringing their leather clad forms just that much closer. It made his eyes widen slightly and his body stiffen, straighten, pushing himself more away from the counter, tall instead of slouched. His leathers squeaked and the straps pulled as his form reacted to the Leopard coming closer, his biceps tightening before listening to her question.
"Buy you a drink?" he spoke out to her, his tone dark and careful though playful, tugging at the strings of her attention as he slowly canted his head to the side as if to question her question, "With such coin slapped down upon the counter, shouldn't you be buying me a drink?" he asked, that tone teasing further as he leaned closer to her, his azure gaze upon her so obviously.
Her eyes briefly widened at his unexpected response, but it was soon followed by a hearty laugh escaping her snow-white, spotted muzzle. Her tail flicked back and forth exuberantly, an excitement growing in her deep blue-green eyes. This was no ordinary victim, not some stupid drunken soldier. This wolf would prove to be a challenge - she knew it - and one that she desperately desired. Picking the pockets of ignorant townsfolk had long-since offered her any sort of excitement. It was too easy. What she needed was a thrill.
"Alright," she teased back, thoroughly enjoying this little game they had started. She reached for her nearby pouch and took two coins out to place gingerly between them, her eyes hardly leaving him the entire time. "The first round's on me."
Two coins, two drinks, 'what was this game becoming'? He questioned as the new found excitement in the leopard's eyes and the way her body moved only seemed to fuel the very imagination of this wolf. He let out a cool breath before so obviously looking over her form. She was not some night-time bar maid who would throw themselves upon any lonely man at the counter, no, there was something much more coy and intriguing about her. The very thought of it made the wolf grin, those wolfish teeth beneath showing in his broad smile as he brought his drink to his lips with a soft chuckle, finishing what little ale he had left in that mug. He couldn't help but encapture the sight of her, her luscious thighs gripped so tightly by leather beneath, above her waist, her ribs, her modest yet teasing bust, that bare neck and then as his eyes rose, he met hers, the fire alive in both their gazes, yes, indeed this would make for an interesting night.He cleared his throat, placing the mug down and bowing his head as if out of respect to her, "Avrik von Franz, that is my name if that is what you were wondering..." he coyly spoke the words out, letting the roll of his tongue be seen as he spoke.
That wolf's toothy grin and quiet chuckle were a sight she'd never seen before. Her breath caught in her chest, though she hid it behind a teasing smirk. "You can call me Yuki," she replied, finally lowering her hood and letting her white-blonde mane shine in the dull light of the tavern. In a quiet, but elated tone, she inquired, "where are you from?" She offered him a curious grin and flick of her tail before graciously taking her glass from the middle-aged orc barman. She took a few unladylike gulps of her ale and continued before he had a chance to respond, "no way a wolf like you is from a place like this." As she said it she peered at him over the top of her glass with a smirk.
Avrik couldn't help but find himself attracted to her, as she brought down her hood and exposed her young, beautiful features, silken fur, long blonde mane and a face so playfully teasing him that he found it hard enough to respond even though she cut him off before he could answer. It made him smirk, taking the mug from the Orc and raising a pawed-gesture as if to thank him for his service. He took a long sip, his eyes shutting slowly before a long sigh of satisfaction teasing out from his lips, "The best Ale around...though that's not the reason i'm here..." he finished before setting the ale down and looking to her, that grin still over his lips as he spun in his stool to face her, licking the excess ale from his dark lips, " Hmmm, true as that is, I'm not from here...I'm from Cyrodil, from the harbor town of Anvil." he took another sip before looking her over, "Though just south of Skyrim...I must say...you must be from Daggerfall...I have not seen..." he paused to look her over, those eyes burning with curiosity, the wolf's mind reeling with his imagination as he ran a paw through his dark mane, " Someone so exotic in this town before...this, is truth."
His wanting gaze made her quiver with anticipation. Then his attractive gesture and, was he complimenting her? A wide grin spread across her dark lips and a seductive laugh escaped unconsciously. A new kind of excitement was building inside her. It was true what he said, no one this interesting ever inhabited this town. That was alright though, she would probably be moving on soon enough anyway. Ignoring his question about her origins, she responded instead to his quiet comment. "So what is the reason that you're here?" Mimicking his action, she turned in her seat to better face him, exposing more of her armored-midsection to him, her thick strong thighs crossing and bouncing, antsy yet playful.
She was excited, this much was true, like a child would be when hearing an interesting story around a roaring fire, or perhaps she was like a playful kitten, bouncing to the thing that had intrigued her. The thought teased at the smile on his lips before his body seemed to tense, it wasn't out of instinct no, they were far more in an intimate reaction to each other now as his muscles tensed in his bare arms, pushing against his dark leathers, the contours of which gleamed from the nearby candle light; he truly was a wolf of desire. With sharp features, hauntingly charming eyes and a tone which was as teasing as it was dark and lustful. Her question still teased him, why was he here? His ears flickered to life again, a paw cupping the mug full of honey-ale and brought it back to his lips as he slowly sipped, his eyes looking to her as he did. He sighed again, the taste truly delicious before he placed the mug down on the table, "A job of sorts, there are always odd jobs that need to be done and I find myself coming back here from time to time, always seem to be coin here that needs to be acquired."
Instinctively, she leaned in closer to him to hear his intriguing tale. Her curiosity was piqued. A wanting desire filled her eyes as she watched his tensing movements. She saw his muscles flex and tense and sipped her ale to hide the growing lust in her eyes. His tone when he spoke sent shivers all the way through her down to black tip of her tail. Listening intently, her ears perked forward at his mention of jobs and coins. She leaned back pensively, "indeed, there is plenty of coin just begging to be acquired." Her eyes looked elsewhere as she said it, not focusing on anything particular. Clearly she was considering the possibilities, but the look disappeared just as quickly as it appeared on her face. She leaned back towards him again, full of curiosity, daring to inch ever closer as the time passed. "What kind of job?"
He thought about his response for a good moment. The Leopard's body language was nothing short of desirable and he wanted to know more about her. Damn the ale and his work, to have his paws upon a 'prize' like that would make any trip to this arctic place worth it. He knew it, honesty he thought it himself. He leaned in, close, their maws inches from each other, his honey-ale breath teasing across the silk fur of her face, "Well...I'm a thief of sorts. I'm hired to take on some jobs for people that are not so much inclined of getting caught. " he paused to take a sip from his ale, those eyes of his burning with thoughtful desire, " My skills are rare and unique in that form...so if something needs to be taken, I take it." he paused to let his gaze leave hers for a moment, looking at the guard standing near the doorway of the Inn before back to her, "But I have a feeling you would not be one so inclined to rat me out..." he paused as he shifted slightly in his seat, his tail swaying with the most obvious of curiosity, "Then again..." his voice was still soft, taken of her, " I don't think they'd believe you anyway."
His face so close to hers, his tantalizing voice, his honey-sweet breath filling her black nose - it was almost enough to make her lose her composure, almost enough to make her lean in closer to feel those lips against her own. The close gaze that passed between them, though mere seconds, felt like hours with the heat and intensity emanating from both of their bodies. But then his response brought her back down, gave her that thrill that she had so desperately sought. He was a thief. She grinned, her suspicions confirmed, and her eyes filled with a mischievous light. "Oh?" The word rolled off her tongue, her eyelids closing slightly, heavy with desire, though she couldn't tell herself whether it was from the enticing potential or the allure of his body. Their faces came close once again as she leaned in with barely a whisper, "And what are you stealing?"
Avrik watched at the composure of this delicious feline was slipping away as each moment progressed through the night. Their gazes from once playful and teasing were lidded with the most assured of lustful intent. This much was true at least for the wolf, this thief as he looked deep into her eyes with thought that seemed to have not been with him in some time. His tall wolf ears perked and a breath nearly slipped out broken from his wanting lips as a wanton gleam was so very obvious in those azure eyes.
"Stealing?" he whispered in return, his dark paws sliding down his own leather clad thighs, to his knees only to want to leap from his own to that leopard's luscious ones. She was perfect to say the very least, lustfully so and every time his eyes washed over her he was reminded of that.
He broke the pause however, looking away, his eyes half-lidded in thought canting his head away from her before those sapphire orbs slid to look her way once more, "The fun would all be for not if I were to tell you that, isn't that truth dear leopard?" he asked, his tone dark and wanting, obviously dripping with the lust he craved for her. However, with the gleam in his eye and that thought teasing at his desire he slid back, paws back up his thighs to rest one on the counter near his mug, the other laying on his lap, "It would most certainly break any code that I have."
The way his voice seemed to tease her, each word a lap of his tongue against her ears, started an aching in her loins - or maybe it was her third pint of ale. Regardless, she had to remind herself that she had only met this mysterious, enticing stranger. Yet somehow, his teasing words, his seductive tone, and captivating tale drove her wild to no end. It was true, she found him enticing. She could no longer look away. But something inside her urged her to maintain her playful demeanor with him. And thus, placing her chin once again on her hand with her elbow on the bar she retorted, "I wouldn't know anything about codes." Her eyes still held that dark lust as his gaze met hers. "I tend to play without rules." That mischievous gleam sparked across her glossy sea-blue eyes as she failed to hold back her smirk.
The wolf had turned his gaze away from her if only for a moment to let them gaze into the liquid that was in his mug, bringing it to his lips and taking a long, drawn chug finished with a gasping sigh of appreciation for the finer things in life. He listened to her as she spoke, her tone still playful and dark, toying with his lustful desires and as the last sentence slipped from her lips, he paused, ears fluttering alive, his eyes looking forward. They shut if only a moment, the darkest of grins spreading over those fine lips once again as the pearly whites of his wolfish fangs and teeth were shown.
He looked over to her as he turned to face her once more, that familiar sound of stretching leather against toned muscle, "Hmmm, do indulge me on what it is you do....Yuki..." he let her name slip off from the tip of his tongue like a dagger aimed at that lust she so kept dear, "Judging by your attire, the daggers on your hips and the way you carry yourself, I must say you're not your average adventurer, correct?" his tone was still that wispy, playful down, his own rump sliding to the edge of his seat as his boots made a hollow sound against the hardwood floor beneath them as his heels made contact, his form sliding to hers, "Your scent...the way you carry yourself is not of Skyrim...and nor do you wish it to be."
Yuki grinned noticeably at his reaction - exactly the reaction she had hoped for. His wanting smile, and the way he paused to consider (she could only imagine what), told her this alluring stranger wanted exactly what she wanted. And every time he moved, she couldn't help but admire that delicious sound of leather stretching over his hardened physique. The things that sound made her feel should never be discussed in polite company, though in Yuki's case, she rarely found herself in such company anyway. Just as he had guessed, she was no average adventurer. Now she had to decide how much to share with him.
The wolf moved in his seat, and as he grew closer to her, she felt her lungs tighten and an intense heat welled up inside her. Though she wasn't ready to submit to that feeling, or to his deliciously dark demeanor..... yet.
"I suppose you're a good judge of character," she teased. "You could say my range of skills are similar to yours." She leaned back slightly and looked away, as if pausing to consider an example. "Though I like to consider myself, mmm..." again she paused, though this time a playful expression crossed her face. She began again, "I like to consider myself someone who takes things from the ignorant to put them to better use." She laughed a little and sipped from her now fourth drink. She wasn't worried though, she had always held her liquor well. Her desiring gaze looked back to him from her mug, as if waiting to hear his response.
The amount of honesty that slipped from the Leopard's lips was something that Avrik was not expecting, not so soon, but then again the tale he just told her could be seen the same in her view. She was curious, keen, interesting and completely inline with what 'skills and talents' Avrik had; it was obvious this was going to be a very interesting engagement.
Avrik's body language was not one to hide from his intentions, with keen wanting eyes and interest slipping from that gaze and the tone of his voice, the interest that he had was hidden well, though interest was seen clearly. He couldn't help to be captivated by her, true as it may be Avrik did indulge in more carnal pleasures from time to time, but not with someone so unique and engaging, not with someone who made the wolf's blood burn with fire and his imagination run wild with thought.
"You're a rogue...working for yourself, taking what you want and keeping it with what seems to have a bit of a..." he paused to looked her over, that grin over his lips as he pursed his lips thoughtfully, "...moral code." he let the last two words slip from his lips as if they were dripping with sarcasm. He knew that in some way or another he had her interest, whether it was his toned physique pushing against strained leather, the way his tone was deep with what could be seen as lust, or just the intrigue of his 'trade'. It did not matter at this moment, he had her eyes on him and that was good enough, for now.
"Be careful around these parts...Nords are not very kind to thieves..."
"Oh I'm sure you're aware how cruel these Nords are," she sighed with disgust. "Like I'm some simple house cat." She clicked her tongue with annoyance, apparently remembering some past event. "Tch."
The teasing smirk quickly returned to her lips, though, as she looked back to catch the gaze of those gorgeous azure eyes. The wolf had a rather stoic appearance to him; to the untrained eye, he surely would look quite cold and unfeeling. But she was no common villager. She had always felt that eyes are the windows to the soul. Not that she believed in childish fantasies like souls or spirits, but she knew that so much about a person could be seen through the eyes. And this wolf's eyes, so blue amongst his dark fur, like sapphires in a coal mine, were more intriguing than most others.
His lust was apparent in those gems, and so intense that it made her shiver with excitement. Having someone gaze upon her like that made her feel almost naked. It was like he could see every secret, like his eyes could remove her armor, piece-by-piece, and unravel a secret with each article. Her pale white cheeks turned a light pink as she suddenly felt so vulnerable. 'As if some stranger can make me feel this way.' She scolded herself for being so weak and tried to shake the feeling with a playful retort.
"Of course, they'd have to catch me first."
'Catch', the word teased in his mind with that tone the leopard shared with him, yes the chase was obvious with this wolf, in a night's moment he went from being the thief or assassin of who could pay the most, to the hunter. The thought of it was as enticing as it was pulling on the strings of his body.
Perhaps he was undressing her, slowly in his mind with those gleaming eyes, though with how tightly she wore her leather little was left to the imagination, it wasn't the sight of her that he imagined, oh no. It was her touch, her voice, the way she would sound, the way she would move, her scent, the way that this feline was, not what was appeared to him; yes he was much more interested in the secrets than what was shown already. His ears flickered with thought and as these thoughts teased at his mind his chest swelled, stretching against the tight leather vest, his strong muscles showing more clearly before he let a long breath out. He looked away, back to his drink, how mundane even the finest ale seemed to him now beside such an interest, such a lustful craving.
Avrik didn't respond at first, he was far too preoccupied with his thoughts, the gleams in his eyes made that apparent. Without twisting his body back, he looked to her again, his eyes were upon her, but he still didn't speak, not yet. He let his eyes speak in place of his soothing, charming voice, if at least for that one moment.
"Then why are you here?" he spoke softly after composing himself something more strong and complete rather than the breaking down form of a 'hunting' wolf, "You could be anywhere...Cyrodil...Daggerfall...Morrowind, but you're here in a tavern....hiding."
His deep, soulful eyes continued their conquest through her mind. "Hiding," said the wolf, 'how would he know I'm hiding. Maybe it was a lucky guess.' His ability to read her intrigued her just as much as it frightened her.
She leaned forward to put her elbows on her knees and prop up her chin, unconsciously protecting her midsection, unconsciously trying to protect her secrets. In this position, her face grew close enough again to catch his scent. That smell was as intoxicating as the ale and fogged her mind. But she could never let herself be so weak as to share her secrets with a stranger. And yet, something so alluring about this stranger made her weak in the knees.
"Hiding," she pondered the word aloud, feeling and tasting it in her mouth. "I am hiding." She sighed, sitting back up to swallow her sadness with ale. "I *was* caught.... once," she continued her tale. "Unfortunately for me, he was a rather important man and put a hit on my head." She finished her drink, spinning the glass aimlessly in her hand. "I ran and hid for a while until I found myself here." She looked back up to him, her eyes deep with so many emotions, her lust not dwindling in the slightest.
The wolf took notice of this, the way that the leopard's body, her tone, her eyes displayed so much in a moment's time. She was so alive, so different, nothing that he had seen before in his lifetime. As turned in his seat again to face her as she came closer to him, watching her, listening, ears tall with thought before he leaned in as well. They were close now, uncomfortably so for strangers but as he did and as she spoke one secret after another was unwrapped, unveiled to him and it made him feel just as alive as she was.
He inhaled through his nose, his azure eyes shutting slowly as he sucked in her scent. What he had felt before for her paled in comparison to what he felt now. It was like every muscle in his body was brought to life, his mind raced as he took in this new scent and with it he could only respond by letting a long breath slide from his dark lips and blow across the leopard's mane.
What lust he had for this feline before was now elevated to a point that it even made him feel uncomfortable, trapped, his arms tense strong, wanting to grab hold of her to take her as his own if only for this night, or so much more for how could any hunting wolf let such a prey escape its claws and fangs. He leaned back again, enough so he could more easily see those ocean-blue eyes looking to him, their eyes opening all secrets to one another, where words failed them, their gazes surely made up for the loss.
"It does not sound like a very good situation for you to be in..." he replied to her, the familiar dark tone captivatingly apparent again as his composure began to sink away moment after moment. This dark, silk furred wolf was on the hunt, even if he did not know it, but indeed his eyes knew.
"Though, I feel as if this Tavern is not suited for you...but it's a good place to hide...it's far from the prying eyes and paws of those who would wish anyone harm. Too many times I have found myself in situations like your own. If you are half as skilled as your body and tone provides, then you'll be just fine."
The wolf's silky smooth voice was like honey to Yuki's ears. The lust dripping off each of his slow, deliberate words shook her to her soul. She could see his composure waning: his muscles tensing, his fists clenching as if searching for something to grip. Her hips? Oh, if only that dark, mysterious wolf would grab her hips and breathe into her ear from behind...
The sudden realization that her thoughts had slipped so far brought a blush to her cheeks. Though the ale had left a permanent pink there already. The look Avrik gave her was like that of a starving beast looking upon a grand feast. His carnal need rivaled her own, and it drove her wild. Every fiber of her being wanted to jump this mysterious wolf.
"My body..." she whispered back to him - completely captivated by his lustful eyes and delicious tone. Before she could realize what she was doing, she had stood up and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was nothing romantic about the way she kissed him. No, their lips crashing together was pure, candid, unbridled desire.
Avrik at first didn't quite know what he was seeing in this snow leopard as she moved. Her composure destroyed and all modesty taken away as her lithe form stood, and not moments later their lips touched. It was raw, to say the very least, rough, soft lips touching each other in a way that did not speak in volumes of romantic intimacy but something much more feral. It was lustful, hard and though those azure eyes of the wolf opened in surprise, they were shut again and this wolf knew what he wanted.
Strong paws slipped from whatever annoyance they were doing only to wrap around at her waist to tug and pull her closer to him, though sitting, the leopard fit neatly between his thick thighs. Strong fingers dug against leather, teasing at the fur and flesh beneath as he felt her form, to experience the the body he was longing for for some time now. He could feel her lean muscle beneath everything, so fit, so worked, it was obvious she were a rogue like individual that needed that lean muscle for her 'occupation', but it only made Avrik question now what she looked like beneath such tight leather.
His kiss was rough, passionate, dark, lustful, matching Yuki's own as an audible growl emanated from his chest and pushed against her lips as he kissed. Their mouths opening and closing not necessarily in rhythm with one another, but obviously getting just what they needed, that tight embrace, that locking touch. Avrik's tongue would tease and prod at the feline's soft lips, sliding along them quickly before a paw would slide up from her waist, along her back to grip at the nape of her mane and with it holding her still in that kiss if only for a moment as that canine tongue slipped into her maw, dancing and teasing against her own pink muscle as a growling murr pushed against her.
Such primal want, such feral desire was not felt so commonly, but with Yuki it was so much more obvious as the wolf's strong hands gripped and his tongue teased, his wolf tail swaying behind him with a mind of it's own and the feeling of a leather clad bulge pressing against the leopard's thigh as his other paw pushed each of them together. A throbbing, very real and very obvious 'member' held tight by leather. Obviously, something else that had a mind of it's own.
The intense reaction that followed her impromptu attack surprised her, but more than that Yuki felt herself falling apart at the seams at his sensual touch. Her composure completely broken, like a glass being shattered from too much heat, she barely felt she could control herself and leaned deeper into his embrace.
Hearing the growls and murrs and feeling his wanting hands searching and gripping every inch of her body drove her over the edge, and she could barely contain the moans trying to escape her throat. The snow leopard's muscles had tightened in anticipation from the tension and desire between them, and she now found herself so sensitive that every touch caused her to lose her breath. When he slid his tongue into her mouth, she found herself submitting to his will.
Part of her wanted to rebel, not to let this wolf control her movements or to be so strongly affected by him; she growled back, and her tail flicked slightly. But when he pulled her in and pressed his thick bulge against her she nearly choked on her breath. Her aching desire nearly overwhelmed her as she fought the urge to rip his clothes off then and there. Instead, she raked her claws along the strong thighs enveloping her waist and pressed her own hips hard into his. She knew there was no way she could dominate this strong, domineering wolf, but she hoped at least that she could give him pause in response to her own advances.
It was true that Avrik reacted to her, the way her concentrated touches teased at his thighs and the way that she reacted in kind to his own advanced left the wolf unfulfilled, wanting more from her that each touch, each sound left him never satisfied. The way her claws scoured against his leather and fur made another growling moan push against their kiss, breaking it if only for that moment as he leaned his head back, kept those eyes shut and growled in appreciation of her wanton touch.
His paws slipped down her body once again, firmly gripping at her waistline before he stood from his seat, making their position more comfortable. His hot breath was teasing against her maw, making her whiskers twitch and react as his azure eyes half-lidded with lust looked to her.
"This was certainly a turn, wasn't it, Yuki?" he whispered intensely, with lust as he positioned her, twisting her form slightly about so that her pert rear was pressing against the corner of the counter and just as she had felt trapped from behind, his strained body pushed against her own, hips against hips, that growlingly familiar bulge pushing right against her flat groin, notching against her perfectly.
The wolf's breath was harsh, shaking, breaking as his leather clad form pushed against her own, kiss still broken as dark wolfish lips tease along the line of her muzzle before letting those lips pause near her soft-furred ear to whisper.
"However," he paused to let his paws slip around her waist, cupping each of those curved cheeks tightly, getting a steadfast feeling of just how much he enjoyed this part of her body, " This is no place for the hunt to begin or to continue..." he whispered, his voice dripping with craving lust.