"the vulture feeds while it can, until there's no trace of man."

His ears flick sideways to catch her words answer his question of touching, and his nostrils flare as he catches her own deep breath taking his musk in. And he finds wildflowers and flowing streams, as well as wooded mint hidden beneath the bouquet of woman. “Complimentary?” his returned murmur was regressing into a husky, primal growl, “Then I’ll be sure to tip well.”

His aroused smirk turn into a full-fledged grin, returning her own smile— the fates had blessed him this day, for as the smile crossed her delicate features, it lighted them with a new, sensual beauty to the man. His blood roared with desire, flaring into his raptor’s eyes as black pupils stretched wide against yellow irises with lust.

He growled a chuckle as she winked at him, “Wekte verleidster,” his voice rumbled his native Korofi language, heat overwhelming his mind as her luscious haunches towards him. His shoulder surged forward, preparing to mount her—

But then the woman was moving away, slipping deeper into the pool. His ears, which had tilted back when he was about to rise, swung forward. Sharpened gaze of red and yellow watched her closely as her haunches purposefully swayed into the depths of the pool. Though the water obscured her splendid body from his vision, it would add a deliciously novel aspect to their play.

Her steps were slow, teasingly so. And he drank in the sight with eager, anticipating eyes. It was a show and a tease and an alluring promise all in her sensual, lovely movements. His gaze traced the trail of sparkling droplets along her antlers and throat, his lips again partially parting. And suddenly his legs were moving again of their own volition, following this dancer deeper into the water. His massive wings tucked tightly to his sides as the liquid dragged against his features; but he would not be deterred.

He drew closer to her, approaching her haunches. His heavy head dipped, muzzle brushing against the cool liquid’s surface. And then his thick neck reached out, wet muzzle seeking her dappled, tree-marked haunches—aiming to caress her smooth skin with wet lips, “Come, verleidster,” his growl was deep, guttural as he repeated his name for the woman, “Let me show you my payment.”



wekte verleidster= “sexy/arousing enchantress”

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