the wolves are watching

Maeve

The hum vibrates against the sensitive bud of her clit and she moans, back arching as her fingers find his, grasping onto him as she squirms beneath his attentions. She's torn between pressing closer and moving away, the stimulation a mix of not enough and overwhelming. Maeve moans, hips grinding against his mouth and tongue, chasing her orgasm until she feels him shudder between her thighs as her hand grips his horn. His fingers dig into her hip, surely leaving bruises in his wake, but the worst sin of all is that he pulls back. Maeve makes a sound of frustration, eyes opening as she looks down at him with indignation in her eyes, "Jata..." She whines, voice high and needy as she looks down at him, propping herself up with an elbow.

But before she has a chance to complain further his fingers are replacing his tongue, gathering up the slick and pressing into her entrance with one long digit. Her eyes flutter and her head falls back as the arm bracing her begins to tremble with the effort. "Fuck.. Jata.." She hisses, hips jerking off the bed as his teeth sink into the flesh of her thigh, sucking another bruise into the milky skin there. The hand on his horn tightens as tries not to writhe, but it's a lot cause. She squirms for him, hips rocking greedily onto his finger as her chest heaves. That heat in her belly flares, causing her thighs to tremble as she chases the high of her orgasm that's so close and yet so far.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up