Mating Dance (DigitalSiren x demy)

[Bunny]

Restless, that was how Raelle had been feeling for months now. The desire for a change of scenery... New faces... It had been eating at her slowly until one day, she decided to just do it! Why not move? She was young and she had her whole life ahead of her! Getting out there, seeing new things, meeting new people. That had been the idea at least. So it was slightly ironic that she had decided on a small town in the north east. So what had possessed her to move into a sleepy little down in the north, nestled between white peeked mountains? She didn't have the faintest. Humming softly as she arranged flowers in a bright blue vase, carefully moving them this way and that way. The shop and the small set of rooms above had been a steal. In.. fact everything about moving into he sleepy little hollow of a town had come with ease. Was just meant to be it seemed.

Carrying the vase to the cooled window she placed it inside with the others she had already arranged. Her eyes caught sight of Marianne and she lifted a hand in greeting. The cheery sound of her bell sounded as the woman entered her shop. Marianne had been her first and to date only friend since arriving two weeks ago. The older female was unusual and Raelle was drawn to her unexpectedly. She had this charm to her that was hard for her to place and unable to ignore. As her landlady, Marianne had been highly accommodating and almost freakishly nice. She had it seemed, been exited for her to move into the town. Raelle passed it off as just part of who she was and accepted her over the top enthusiasm. "Afternoon Marianne" Her voice was soft and husky her smile genuine at seeing the fiery redhead. "Hey Sugar, how is the shop coming?" Raelle's smile grew and she stepped back from the window looking at her small florist shop.

The space had been perfect for her. Natural hard wood floors and walls with large windows at the front to let in the bright natural light. The elegant scrolling paint over the door reading Enchanted Florist in a brilliant emerald green. Wooden shelves and boxes at varying heights held flowers, vases and the little additions that could be added to an arrangement. An antique counter held an even older cash register that Marianne had offered to throw away. Easily dating back to the early nineteen-hundreds, the brass beast was covered in delicate scrolling embossing. Raelle had loved it. She had loved.. well everything. The small green house out back, the cooler just before it... This place had been perfect. Looking to Marianne Raelle smiled. "I think I can open Saturday" Marianne nodded, walking deeper before turning to look at her. "I must admit, I also came for another reason.." Her voice trailing off and Raelle couldn't help but blush. She knew what she had come to talk about..

A few nights passed she had been at Marianne's house. The woman had offered her a home cooked meal, it was the least she could do when she was working so hard. Raelle had eagerly taken her up on the offer. While the local diner, like most of the town was quaint and the food delicious, she was eager to not have to order food. After a lovely meal she had been curled up on the couch with Marianne, the woman and she talking about her life. How was she able to have her own business at such a young age? Listening with sympathy as Raelle told her both of her parent's had died. Talk moving to why she had moved, to what Marianne did.. And that was when she learned other than being a rather eclectic property owner.. She owned her own business too. A brothel. Marianne had laughed heartily at the blush in her cheeks and reassured her that was a common response. From there the talk had been focused mostly on what she did, why.. the normal questions she got. A little while later it had come out that Raelle was a virgin.. Marianne had been beside herself and the talk had turned back to her further before a shocking offer was made.

Even now Raelle could recall the offer. "Why not lose your virginity in a safe way? With a man, who knows how to touch a woman. Not some silly boy or with a man who cares only for his needs?" Raelle had been shocked, she recalled at the offer but in the following days she had considered it. Why was she a virgin? She wasn't saving herself or any other such thing. She just hadn't found anyone she wanted to be with in that sense. "I only bring it up because we have a sort of event happening.." Marianne broke into her thoughts and she looked up at her with a blush. "Event?" She questioned her with a tilt of her head, her long pony tail of hair swaying behind her, it's white blonde so very pale. Marianne nodded and watched the smaller female. She was a pretty thing. "Yes a masque" Raelle lifted her brows "Like from Ever After?" Laughing Marianne smiled and nodded again. "Exactly! And.. I have a man in mind for you..." Another smile, this one was softer. Garfield's face came to her mind and Marianne's smile grew. "Oh?" There was blush in Raelle's cheeks again. Sighing she nodded before the courage she felt fled. "Okay.. I will.. do it" "Excellent!"


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Raelle stared up at the sprawling Victorian house before her. It was beautiful, with the woods encircling it. The house was settled in the town over, back along a winding path. Nestled in between strong pines, it felt like the name of her shop, enchanted. Marianne had told her to bring nothing with her, but herself. She would provide everything she needed. Knocking on the door, for not the first time that day, Raelle wondered what she was doing. "Rae!" Marianne opened the door beaming at her. Marianne waited patiently until Raelle worked up the nerve to enter her parlor. Other women milled about inside and smiled at Raelle and Marianne as she led her up to a room towards the back of the house, facing the woods. "Are you nervous pet?" Raelle could only nod as the door was closed behind them. "It will be okay, I promise.." She smiled at the trembling female. Marianne knew what she had done and would to to this young woman was unfair to a point. Calling her here with magic, setting her and Garfield up. Her friend wasn't looking for his mate, she knew this... Just as she knew he needed this young woman as much as he needed his next breath. He just didn't know that yet.

"Let's get you dressed Sugar." Her voice was warm and the process of coaxing Raelle out of her clothing and into the delicate lace dress began. It was a soft cream color that would play off her pale skin well, it would highlight her lithe form. Emphasizing her small, pert breasts. The slenderness of her waist. The swell of her hips and rear. It would also add to her delicate look. The bodice was a sweet heart design with dainty lace covering it in flowers and vines. That pattern continued up over her shoulders in two thin straps. The pattern of lace continued under a skirt of diaphanous cream chiffon skirt. At first look, Raelle looked like a golden nymph, dressed only in flowers and gauzy skirts, the under color of the dress matching her skin tone.

Marianne stepped back and smiled softly at the girl. "You look perfect" She smiled and she couldn't help the chuckle as she had remembered several points they had argued. The fact that under the dress was just Raelle had been an issue... One that Marianne had refused to budge on. The second she had insisted in dusting her body in a soft shimmering gold powder, insisting it would add to the magic of the night. The third and last, was less of an issue, but she left the small delicate female barefoot. Turning away from Raelle she picked up the mask that had rested on the bed just behind her. It was like the rest of the outfit perfect for the woman before her and meant to entice the wolf she she was being offered up to. The half-mask was creamy like the dress and shaped like a doe. Intricate gold lace played along the forehead of the mask, down the slender nose which was painted gold. Securing it over her features Marianne smiled, rearranging her thigh long platinum locks.

Raelle's dove pale grey eyes stared out of the mask and she shifted uneasily. "Yeah?" Her voice held a lilt at the end in an unsure question and she turned to look at the mirror Marianne motioned to. Her eyes took in the effect Marianne had been going for and she smiled, her lips curling shyly and a dimple winking into view. "One last thing!" Marianne spritzed her with a light floral scent. The perfume a potion to help hide what she was doing. Who Raelle was to him. "They will be here soon"

She left Raelle alone in the room, heading down to greet her guests, her eyes honing in on Garfield. "Hey Sugar, long tome no see!" Embracing hims she brushed a kiss to his cheek. "You know the drill by now. Your normal rooms are ready for you. Few things though?" She smiled at him. "There is a mask in drawing room for you, I think you will get a kick out of it" Knowing that without a doubt that the wolf mask would make him smile. "And.. One other thing. The girl I have selected for you is new.. and" She paused a hand on his arm "Garfield, she is a virgin"

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Raelle paced about the room. Outside the sun was setting and she watched as the sky streaked into brilliant oranges, pinks and purples. Taking a slow deep breath she hugged herself. Watching as the sky slowly darkened from it's rainbow of color to deeper blues and purples as the sun dipped behind the trees. The sound of door handle made her turn, heart in her throat. Her arms were still wrapped around herself as the door swung inward. This was it. Raelle's smile was shy as the man came into view. "Hello.." Her voice trailing off.

 

[demy]

Garfield was the oldest wolf in town. The man had lived a dogs age though he never looked it. There might have been a bit more gut than the previous decades had granted him. It was natural part of aging to some extent and the extra weight never bothered the Alpha. It helped that he was still mostly muscle. It further helped that no one in his pack would ever point it out. That was just common sense.

The pack was spread out among the small collection of towns that dotted the snow capped range. Some were more social than others. Garfield only insisted that the lot of them come around for the week of the full moon. The younger lot were kept closer so he could keep an eye on them. The old alpha had a large house, and currently one other wolf in residence with him. A kid that still struggled with control.

His name was Wyatt. A big mouthed teenager who Garfield was tempted to wallop on the best of days. A test of patience sent from above. The older wolf had never thought much about having kids of his own. Far as he was concerned he already had more than enough to take care of. There was another reason. A more sensitive one. Garfield had yet to find his mate. Most days it didn't bother him. The alpha didn't really feel right for one. There were things he didn't talk about. Things that liked to bubble up late at night. When that happened he paid a visit to the brothel. It was important not to dwell. A good work with a lovely girl usually got him back into sorts.

It was not one of those nights. The Alpha had been invited to a special event. A masque. Garfield would liked to decline but the witch who owned the brothel was an old friend. Marianne was also persistent. Very persistent.

That evening Garfield had dressed in his nicer clothes. He didn't own many but the ones he did own suited him. They were just a little old school. His shoulder-length tussled brown hair was swept into a neat ponytail. The close shave of his jaw cleaned up into crisp lines. Marianne would expect nothing less. Sighing into the mirror the alpha ran a hand over his mouth before packing it up and heading downstairs. As if by magic his young ward come out of the woodwork, looking at the older man with a corked eyebrow. The following whistle was unnecessary sent the alpha scowling.

"Look at you old man," Wyatt snorted plopping down in the stairs. Garfield ignored him, reaching for his coat and pulling on his shoes. "No seriously you look good. Wish I had style like-"

"You're not going." Garfield cut off the sucking up. The teenagers smile dropped into a scowl.

"I'm 18 you know, you can't actually stop me."

"Wanna test that theory brat." Silence. Garfield sighed coming over and resting his hand on the rail. "Don't be in such a rush kid, plenty of time for these sorts of things." The young lads face flushed a bright pink. A little more sheepish than the stubborn kid liked to let on "Besides a brothel isn't all its cracked up to be." This got the alpha a big snort.

"Yeaaaaah right, which is why a good chunk of the pack visits it."

"Yeah well...we're pigs."

The conversation didn't go much further. Wyatt settled down, seeming to resign to his boring night. Unlike most guardians Garfield didn't have to worry about him sneaking out. Orders from an Alpha were absolute law. It was for the best. Last thing he wanted to do was drag the kid out bloody after a little slip. There were times for such things when he got better control.

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Garfield was a little late to party but not horribly so. It was a showy affair. The alpha located the drinks and already had downed two, nothing to a werewolf, when Marianne found him and broke the unexpected news.

"Fucking hell Marianne," He said despite himself. "What am I supposed to do with a virgin?" It wasn't really a question. Garfield knew plenty of things he could do to her. That was not the point. He came here to let off steam and holding back was not really part of that. The two had a brief and rather pointed conversation. In the end the werewolf wasn't about to leave the young lady waiting. The man put whatever nerves he had aside. Taking another drink he have offered a quick apology to his hostess before retiring.

What did he know. The night was just getting started. Marianne had been right about the mask why not this? Picking up the black wolf he fixed it snugly to his face. His lips were twisted in a amused smile. Garfield did not usually dress up for the gritty. It made him curious about his companion. The young lady did not disappoint. A doe of all things! A small snort of laughter escaped his lips when he entered the room and got his first look at the delicate creature. His warm brown eyes peered out from the wolves face kindly enough.

"I think Marianne might have had too much fun with this set up." He said in explanation to his slip.

 

[Bunny]

The laughter caught her off guard but her smile grew some when he spoke. She looked at the wolf mask on his face and knew the symbolism. "It would seem so" Her voice was warm, husky. Butterflies danced through her stomach as she gazed up into the predator before her. It was ironic, she feel like what she was. A virgin sacrifice. Her eyes slowly took in his clothing and she smiled again. Dapper, that was the first word to come to mind. Though she couldn't see his face, the masks casting a shade of mystery over her wolf, he seemed handsome. White teeth scraped her lower lip nervously as she shifted in place, her toes curling against the hardwood flooring and the soft rug that lay over it.

He had a strong jaw, whiskers trailing along it. He clearly took care of himself, the beard groomed neatly. His smile though, that more than anything helped put her at ease. The warmth matched that of his eyes. Which helped her greatly. What did she do next? It wasn't even the whole brothel thing that had her feeling unbalanced, though she had a feeling even if she wasn't a virgin this would have been odd and left her questioning what next. Her arms slowly relaxed from their grip around her own body and she looked away from him, her grey eyes falling to the small drink tray that was nestled next to the dresser. She wasn't twenty one, but no one else knew that. At the very least not him. The idea of soothing her nerves with a bracing drink was a draw but she let the idea pass though her mind and fade away.

"Sorry.. I really don't know what to do" She looked back at him, her eyes wary. He didn't scare her, despite the approximate foot difference in their heights. Nor his solid build. No the wolf before her didn't scare her in that sense. The little female pray before him was more nervous than filled with terror. Her apology lingered between them for a moment and she shifted slightly on her feet. A part of her wished she was more confident, more sexually sure. In her mind, Raelle could picture what she wanted to do. Cross the distance between them. Run her hands up along his chest parallel to his suspenders and wrap her arms around his neck. Tug that hair tie free and curled her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she leaned up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. She did none of these things however.. Though the visual was so strong it reverberated though her, desire spiking through her bloodstream.

Shifting in place she offered him shy smile, lashes lowering for a second. "I assume Marianne told you?" Her eyes slowly rose to meet his again. She knew had she not, she should. Raelle's arms moved behind her back, fingers twisting together nervously. She couldn't help the little nervous motions. Normally Raelle felt so grounded. Even before he had entered the room she'd felt nervous, but not this bad. Was it him, or the fact that the fact she was in a brothel, top pop her cherry hitting home? The idea becoming a reality by each passing second.

 

[demy]

"Marianne never passes the opportunity to crack a joke at my expense." Garfield murmured with humor. Arms crossing the old wolf took a proper look at the fetching young lady before him. She was delicate. A sparkle in her gaze and a pretty face as he as he could tell. Straying from his usual taste but certainly a creature with her own charm.

She was nervous. Her pretty little whites nibbling rather intently on her tender pink lip. Garfield let his gaze linger. A heat flushing along his spine. Was he always this easy?

"Oh she did," Garfield snorted a little. Stepping forward the old wolf reached out to tugging her bottom lip with the rough pad of his thumb. The heel of his hand cradling her soft jaw. Fuck she was small. The wolves dark gaze looked down on her with keen interest. There was a hidden weariness there to. It had been same time since he had been someones first, the coupled with his size. There might be some discomfort despite his best intentions.

Oh well. He would make sure there would be pleasure enough for the both of them by the end of it all.

"I'm sure between the two of us we can muddle something out." His voice was teasing. "There is never an exact science with this sort of thing." He motioned to the bed before letting his hand drop to settle on the small of her back. "I tend be the kind of man to savor. So why don't we sit down and go from there." Garfield gave the little lady a nudge and sat down on the bed waiting for her to join him.

 

[Bunny]

A tentative smile curled on her lips at the humor she could detect in his voice. The man before her was older than she, not that she hadn't expected that.. Though not so old, he seemingly was in his thirties? She had never been good with guessing age, and with his face mostly obscured it was no easier. There was something about him though, something she couldn't quite put her finger on... Her eyes rose once more and found his own focused on her mouth and her blush was instantaneous, her pale skin flushing with rosy life.

When he answered her question, Raelle let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. The fear that he wouldn't want to bed someone without a lick of experience. "It doesn't bother you?" Her words shy. Her breath hitched in a airy sigh as his palm cupped her jaw, the rough pad of his fingers pulling at the fullness of her bottom lip. Raelle reacted on instinct her teeth giving his thumb the gentlest of nips. It would see his little doe wasn't quite the prey she seemed to be, perhaps? Even to her the boldness was surprising. Though in the moment, she had decided to no question what seemed to come naturally to her.

Her smile was quick with the teasing lilt to his voice and grew as he continued. "I do suppose that is true" No, indeed not.. She had watched some of the stupidest people she had ever know vanish into a bedroom only to appear months later knocked up.. If they had managed, surely she could. The warmth of his hand at the small of her back was soothing and she couldn't help as yet another smile grew on her lips at the gentle nudge. Shifting with him, her hands lifted her skirt revealing dainty feat as she climbed into the bed.

Legs tucked to one side, away from him as to not create unneeded distance Raelle arranged her skirt along her legs. A man to savor? The tilt of her head, her pale wheat blonde locks tickling along his arm. She couldn't help but wonder what that meant, but she supposed she would find out in time. It took a lot to not tremble beside him and even more to slip her hand down his arm to lace her own slender fingers with his own, gently tugging his hand towards her mouth. Knowing nothing didn't mean she would make him do all the work.. Even if the action wasn't sexual, it was intimate. Her lips brushed the hand of someone who had worked for a living, soft against rough before she nuzzled her cheek to his palm, her eyes on his.. Her smile shy once more.

 

[demy]

There was genuine interest there. He could almost taste her curiosity for what was going to happen between them. Garfield suppressed a chuckle, bright eyes looking down at the creature nuzzling his palm. This girl wanted to be touched. He intended on taking her advances seriously even though the wolf felt his humor spike at the adorable affections.

The feeling of her teeth had made him feel rather like a puppy himself. The males original objections were falling away.

Garfield let out a slow puff of breathe giving the young woman a wolfish smile. His rough thumb drew over her lip taking in her offered intimacy. There was no question this encounter was going to different than his usual fair. Leaning forward the older wolf crooked his face into the space between her shoulder and ear. His hand dropped from her face, resting behind her on the bed.

"You are a very lovely creature," Garfield murmured in her ear. His hot breathe ghosting her skin. Firm fingers pressed into the juncture of her spine, drawing up along the curved line with measured strokes. "Makes me want to take my time undressing you."

Chuckling he pulled away slightly reaching up to draw her chin forward. Garfield gave her a gentle kiss.

 

[Bunny]

She liked the way he looked at her, curiosity mingled with interest. The worry she had sensed melting away from her wolf. For the night, she was his, and he was hers. Raelle echo'd his smile, tongue flicking out to scrape against his thumb. Something about his smile, his gaze making her feel playful. His beard was scritchy against her skin, almost ticklish as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Giggling softly into his ear, her eyes drifted closed, his larger form curling around hers almost, as his hand fell from her face to rest on the bed behind her.

Raelle's heart raced as his warm breath curled against her ear and the shiver couldn't be helped, her breathing coming out with a soft pleasured sound at the compliment. His hand was warm against her spine.. His next words making her sweet breath hitch softly. Her words couldn't help but hold the beginnings of desire, and he'd barely touched her. There was something about her wolf, that she couldn't place her finger on. "We have nothing but time.." Her sweet voice huskier now.

The kiss was sweet, her chin held captive as it was pressed to her lips. Her own curled slightly and she leaned into that kiss. Like everything else to that point, she let her instincts guide her.. The kiss had been sweet the little nip to his lower lip was not quite on the same level. Blushing she pulled back shyly, her boldness getting the best of her. Looking into his eyes she bit her lower lip, unsure. Did he like the fact she was doing what seemed.. natural?

 

[demy]

It was a sweet thing. The young woman under his teeth a fine creature. A delicate taste. Garfield had intended on taking it easy when but than teeth pinched his encouraging lips. Little minx! The kiss broken the older man observed Raelle with glittering eyes, peeking out from the dark silhouette of his mask.

A fetching grin spreading across his face.

"Someone likes to nip." He snorted into her ear, large hand cupping behind her neck as he drew her into a fresh kiss. This time it was Garfield's teeth that come out to play, tasting at the soft swell of her sweet lips.

It was an encouraging start.

The hand gracing the curve of her back adjusted itself to curl around the opposite niche of her waist. Garfield broke their kiss, hot breathe teasing her lips an instant before the older man plucked her right off the bed. The girl might as well have been made of feathers.

Garfield playfully snapped of his teeth at the creature in his arms. Lips gracing the curve along her hairline right before he tossed her into the middle of the bed to bounce. No warning, no grace. The older man could not remember the last time he felt quite so giddy.

"All right lovely?" He teased, hands reaching up to slip off suspenders. The buttons of dress shirt starting to go next.

 

[Bunny]

Her lips curled to match the grin that formed on his own face. Biting her own lower lip, she offered a small nod as he drew her in for another kiss. Raelle liked kissing him she found and she enjoyed nipping him as well, though not as much as when his teeth scraped along her lower lip. A honeyed whimper coming from deep within her throat. She could feel as his hands move along her back, her body was eager to nestled into his own as he lifted her from the bed. A bright giggle sounded in the room as she was cradled in his arms.

Another giggle at the snapping of his teeth "Seems I am not the only one fond of it". The doe in his arms a willing creature to the slaughter, a sweeter sound as his lips brushed along her hairline. That sweetness altered as he tossed her onto the bed. Squealing her face was bright, her smile beaming as she looked up at him from where she'd landed, sprawled against the blankets. Her racing she nodded, biting her lower lip once more as her eyes tracked his hands.

She watched as his suspenders fell to either side and each button his fingers touched were beheld by her eyes. There was something in her lovely pale eyes... Lust. Raelle tore her eyes from his fingers and she swallowed, mouth dry suddenly. "Yes" She smiled again "I am" Propped up slightly on her elbows Raelle eagerly watched the show her wolf was putting on. Her body slowly beginning to ache sweetly with need, a feeling not completely unknown to her. Though never at the hands of another.

 

[demy]

There was a limited number of buttons. Garfield watched the lovely little lady on the bed, fingers effectively dispatching each silver bauble. It was not a teasing display. It was one filled with prompt intent, the fabric of his shirt parting cleanly as he shrugged it board shoulders.

The man had muscle built from a life of hard work, bulking with a slight pudge that came with his years. He was well groomed. The dark scruff on his chest leading a defined happy trail.

Garfield unhooked the button of his slacks. A grin spreading across his lips at the female watching him. That was enough for now. The older man rounded the bed. There was a look. Something gleaming behind the ladies mask. Getting on the bed the wolf settled on his side, along the her prone form, a forearm propping him up casually.

He reached out to stroke a strand of her hair, palm drawing her into another kiss as Garfield leaned down. It was a hungry. A playful dance of tongue and teeth.

 

[Bunny]

Raelle could count on one hand the number of men she'd been in close proximity to with bared chests. Most of them had been friends or men her own age and around a body of water, be it man made or natural. Sitting up slightly she watched the parting of his shirt with fascination; the dark hair that curled along his chest and lower the cause, her lips parted softly. Would it be soft or wiry? Raelle couldn't help but wonder.

Her smile matched his own as he came around the side of the bed. She felt it shift under his weight and her body naturally wanted to slide closer to his own. Her eyes held his, one hand rising as his own did; while his found her face, hers gently touched the hair along his chest near his heart. Slowly the little doe came out of her shell as his mouth met hers, that hunger allowed to be matched.

The hand that had come to rest against his chest was playful even as they kissed. Nails gently scrapping along his skin, the soft wiry hair slipping between her fingers. She had expected one or the other, not the pleasant feel of both. Her palm rested over his heart, the strong beat of it soothing.

 

[demy]

It was all very sweet. The young woman lovely. The older alpha gave a low growl into the twisting kiss. It was the petting. It was always the petting. Garfield was attempting to let the creature in his arms set the pace. Giving a little more whenever she asked for it in touch or look. It was not his usual dance.

Giving into the urge to liven things up the alpha braced himself on the bed. Her bulking body moving over hers, his firm hands hooking her tender thighs giving the girl a firm tug. The little doe would promptly find herself spread under the kneeling wolf. One hand keeping a firm hold while the other braced a forearm next to her head. Her rump pressing into the tops of his own spread legs.

"Much better." He drawled with a gleam in his brown eyes. Garfield left them like that for a moment, letting the girl react to his little maneuver. Making things more interesting did not mean startling her into pulling away.

A growling grumble pitched in his throat, his mouth leaning in to trace a delicate ear. Garfield was getting a little frisky. Something hard pressing into the underside of the girls left leg. It was a little uncomfortable but the alpha could bear with it for a moment.

 

[Bunny]

Rolled to her back, Raelle giggled, the sound ending in a soft gasp as her wolf pulled her into him. The shift in positions and slight angle caused her dress to fall high on her thighs, just barely covering her modesty. Blush blossomed against her cheeks as she looked up at him, a smile on her lips. Raelle found she didn't mind his moving of her body, nor the position she was in, slightly pinned to the bed.

The tickle of his beard and the rumbling sound caused Raelle to shiver lightly, the hardness beneath her thigh was wiggled against gently as her head turned. His ear within in her reach she gave the lobe a soft nip, tongue flicking against it playfully. One small hand shifted, to also brush against the shape of him, confined within his pants; a teasing and curious touch.

Raelle giggled, the words coming out as she thought them. "But Grandmother! What a big... thing... you have," It was clearly silly.. Both in the fact that her wolf was clearly a wolf and she was too shy to call it by any name, though she knew at least two. Saying cock though would have made her blush and penis seemed even sillier than thing.. Laughter was still in her voice. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself"

 

[demy]

Her hand was brand. Stroking the covered flesh which twitched under hand. Garfield gave a low groan.

This heated moment was a brief one.

The mans laugh was a deep rumble. It had been a bad joke, but endearing when coming from the sweet little female. His shoulder ebbed their shaking in time. Garfield pulling away to give his new lover a look. Most of it was lost behind the dark shape of his mask.

"I'm sure.." With a snorting scoff he ran fingertips along her arm. Lifting his hand away to rub the golden power between his fingers. The girl was covered in the stuff.

Another detail of this elaborate game.

The mans rough hands settled on her sweet thighs, sinking down the flesh until he was brushing the soft material of her dress. Garfield gave her a little grin before his hands sunk lower, pushing the fabric away from her legs. He never expected was rested just underneath ...

 

[Bunny]

Raelle flushed softly as he laughed, though she was happy she'd made him laugh; finding that rumble of sound pleasing, drawing out a desire to hear more of it... much like she felt about the low groan that had passed through his lips as her fingers had brushed him. The laugh he had given was echoed with her own, the honeyed sweet sound soft as a smile curled along her lips.

Watching as his finger tips ran along her arm and then to him as he inspected it. "I let Marianne arrange most everything" Explaining the golden shimmer that coated his finger tips and almost all of her body. "She was very insistent.. Do you like it?" Perfect white teeth were flashed up at her wolf, shy and unsure. She had no idea of the real reason for such a touch, to help further mask her scent, the powder smelling of honey.

As his hands slid up the softness of her thighs and then higher, he'd find nothing but skin; no lace, thin straps, soft cotton, nothing. Her eyes rose to meed his and she shifted against his own thighs gently. The touch had not been sexual, not in truth, but she couldn't help how her heart rate picked up any more than she could help the part of her lips as she breathed in.