04-16-2016, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2016, 01:14 AM by labprotocol.)
Ivy crawled in after Ceral, eyelids half masted. "How are you feeling?" she asked straddling his waist and trailing a finger down his collar bone. With her other hand she began washing Ceral's dried seed from his chest, reveling in the feeling of Ceral's wet skin.
For a second she was almost pleased with the humans, glad that they'd forced Ceral into heat, that they build man-made hot springs to encourage intimacy, and then she remembered the kits. Tensing in rage, Ivy pressed her face to the hollow of her lover's neck, breathing in his scent, reminding herself that he was here, that he was safe. They didn't even know if their were kits for her to worry about.
For a second she was almost pleased with the humans, glad that they'd forced Ceral into heat, that they build man-made hot springs to encourage intimacy, and then she remembered the kits. Tensing in rage, Ivy pressed her face to the hollow of her lover's neck, breathing in his scent, reminding herself that he was here, that he was safe. They didn't even know if their were kits for her to worry about.