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From the outside looking in, one might say Benji was the one leading this dance, lingering above the stranger with her touch bending her this way and that, drawing soft sounds from a bared throat and earning what some would say was utter giving. An eager offer to take written into the lines of the stranger's body that she saw and whined at, desire and giddiness taking hold of her without shame as her tail went from a timid wag to a wide sway as she let the other's reactions draw her in. Truth be told, she was this wolf's, through and through. A single sentence would see her however was asked of her
The stranger was scented sweet, notes Benji knew she'd retain and forever come to associate with the doe-furred wolf, notes she so eagerly wanted to mix with her own; for her sea salt undertones to bleed with lemongrass and the prettiest pieces of the earth, she needed to know how this stranger would wear the whispers of the ocean, wondered how many would know just how close they'd come because they stunk of each other. "Ah," uttered Benji, licking again, waiting for the other to curl into her touch only to lift a paw to rest easy on the spine of the doe-wolf, forward in what it said about intention but immensely gentle; as though the wolf could simply shake and rid herself of Benji's desires, it wouldn't be hard. She'd take a no, she'd take hesitation. If it wasn't entirely enthusiastic, she'd withdraw... she'd remain honest, though, nibbling gently on the ears of the other, voice a low rasp, "I've no gorgeous words to say how much I desire you, all of you, every inch..."
It felt akin to a grace; being allowed so close, so close to more. Benji could taste it. Taste her. Fuck, she wanted more.
She wanted the doe. Hoped the doe desired her and she could be allowed to urge soft sounds of sheer pleasure from such a pretty face, some primal aspect of her mind cooed at the idea of when she knew it was all cause of her. This stranger won her, there wasn't a doubt she'd earn whatever she wanted from Benji's tongue.
Benji moved, pressed her forehead to the side of the other's face, a quick nuzzle that easily allowed her to lick and nip at that throat again. "Sinners as we may be, love, I've found nothing except sanctity with you—but even angels should have a moment to be unholy, no?" It didn't matter what they were, what they weren't, who they'd been before now or where they came from. All that mattered was them. This moment was theirs and theirs alone, two strangers crossing paths in such a glorious way that she didn't wish to end. Let me stay, she thought, feeling the other flush against her chest. They were alone, entirely, not a soul in the golden sunlight they were dappled in; oh, how was she not supposed to melt?
The doe glanced at her, their eyes met and what unfolded was Benji's undoing. The words were uttered.
Take me.
With the doe pressing against her invitingly, Benji whined, softly whuffed; the prior loud enough to reveal their location but the concept of bystanders was gone, they were everything and anything and nothing but them walked these plains, touched these flowers. Benji followed the direction she spoke. Her hips twitched. In an instant, she was up, on her hind legs then her, chest to spin, mouth to nape; forelegs finding their place at the doe's hips alike they'd both been made to slot together so effortlessly. The birth of a cosmos all their own would be created here. No, it was far from the first time she found herself in this position—though she did not doubt this time would be slightly different for reasons she scented the instant she'd come so close—but it didn't dissuade her. The doe asked of her something simple, she'd deliver, too; a she-wolf Benji was more than delighted and surprised and overwhelmed to know desired her like this. A gift unto itself.
Wordless. Enraptured. Every sensation was riddled with the doe, she wanted nothing more.
As attentive as she was, gentle, a point came when Benji lifted her mouth from the doe's neck to press her mouth to that wildly beating pulse, a hum in her throat, and it goaded her in a way that was inevitable when hips met hocks and the doe accepted her advance. "Benji," she muttered, voice a groan of a sound, lifting her head to where it pressed to the other's throat. "My name's Benji... I want to know you."
It perhaps sounded as silly as seemed, learn another's name when colliding like this already, yet Benji's words were nothing but devoted, sincere, she wanted to learn the doe inside and out and she'd eat up anything offered.
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