So many muscles, good gods above on a stick. A manly stick. It was like her birthday had come early in the form of a muscly tiger shifter - and if that wasn't something she was wildly attracted to, she didn't know what was. Just because her taste usually ran elven didn't mean this amazing piece of manflesh wasn't turning her tastes to slightly more... wild. He was practically feral. She felt stalked in the best way possible, and the parts of her body that flamed hot in response to his advanced were decidedly not tame.
The beckoning gestures he made nearly broke her control. But no, she wasn't some sighing teenager who was willing to jump into the arms of any delectable man who looked her way. She had more control than that... or at least she though she did. She shivered a little, though whether it was from the chill of the water or from the longing in her body she wasn't sure.
She stalked towards him, trying to channel the careless grace he exuded. Trick let her hips sway from side to side and her lips twist into a sultry smirk, trying to pretend like she knew what she was doing. The boys back home tended to stammer themselves into oblivion if she so much as batted her eyelashes at them - this tiger was clearly a cat of a different color. Feeling challenged to meet someone else's level of sexuality was so different it threw Trick for a loop. This tiger might be a loner, but he clearly hadn't been lonely.
Trick laced her fingers through his, attempting frantically to downplay how much she wanted to jump on him and pin him to the earth and have her way with him. She sidled up next to him, their thighs pressing together, her breasts against his chest. She couldn't help but catch her breath at the feeling of it. It had been so long since she had been attracted to someone like this, so long... and she felt like she would break those elves back home. This man wouldn't be easy to break. Thank the gods.
Blind Dates: Trick and Jormunder
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Jormunder
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- Name: Jormunder Scarface
- Race: Snow Tiger Shifter
Re: Blind Dates: Trick and Jormunder
Jory waited for her, arms wide open, to come to him. His eyes narrowed a little as he watched her walk toward him and a slight smile just barely curled the edges of his lips, a smile that stretched a little further the closer she got. Desire darkened his gaze, which roamed, enjoying the view she chose to share. She seemed small and frail, compared to the shifter-women who usually partnered him. But, she was obviously trained to fight. It showed in the lines of her body, so maybe not.
When she pressed close, his body responded. The touch of her skin was hot despite the chill of the water. Jory hesitated for half a breath. Should he be careful of her or... instinct took over. Muscles responded, thighs bunching as he easily lifted Trick off the ground. One hand slid under her thigh, the other around her back, encouraging her to hold fast to him. Given the opportunity, she'd find that those muscles she'd admired so much were good for supporting her body in so many, many ways.
His mouth was warm and tasted of fresh mint, when his lips found hers. For more than a few moments, he kissed her purposefully - firm, but not enveloping. He used his senses to monitor her responses - did she pull back because he pressed forward too much? Then, he adjusted, just so. His tongue didn't just shove into her mouth. It teased its way in. Open up to me, it said. Open up... And, when he was sure she held tight to him, he turned and brought her to the table.
So much for laying on the warm rocks above, perhaps later, but not now... Now, he lay her down on the folded blanket. He wanted to taste her skin with his tongue, to lick her from her lips to down low, to drag his teeth across sensitive skin, to savor the scent and taste of her and feel her writhe and shudder against his mouth. And, that is exactly what he did.
When she pressed close, his body responded. The touch of her skin was hot despite the chill of the water. Jory hesitated for half a breath. Should he be careful of her or... instinct took over. Muscles responded, thighs bunching as he easily lifted Trick off the ground. One hand slid under her thigh, the other around her back, encouraging her to hold fast to him. Given the opportunity, she'd find that those muscles she'd admired so much were good for supporting her body in so many, many ways.
His mouth was warm and tasted of fresh mint, when his lips found hers. For more than a few moments, he kissed her purposefully - firm, but not enveloping. He used his senses to monitor her responses - did she pull back because he pressed forward too much? Then, he adjusted, just so. His tongue didn't just shove into her mouth. It teased its way in. Open up to me, it said. Open up... And, when he was sure she held tight to him, he turned and brought her to the table.
So much for laying on the warm rocks above, perhaps later, but not now... Now, he lay her down on the folded blanket. He wanted to taste her skin with his tongue, to lick her from her lips to down low, to drag his teeth across sensitive skin, to savor the scent and taste of her and feel her writhe and shudder against his mouth. And, that is exactly what he did.