That sound is like music to his ears; he smiles against her skin when Nylah gasps, proving that she isn't immune to him. "Okay," she relents, and Kieran pulls back enough to get a measure of her face, searching for symptoms of uncertainty. Instead, he's met with a coy smile that sets his heart ablaze; Nylah has never looked at him like that before, and it makes him want to kiss her senseless. But this trust is a fragile thing he's still earning, so he's careful not to overwhelm her.

Closing that scant distance between them again, he lays a kiss against the inky fur of her throat, following it with a slow roll of his tongue across her skin. His manipulation of Nylah's body is slow and methodical—he is acutely in tune with every sound she makes, every hitch in her breath, every subtle unwinding of her tense muscles. He kisses a languid path down her throat and then back up the side of her neck, nipping her ear gently before his muzzle ventures southward again.

On like that he goes, meticulously unwinding Nylah until he can reverse their positions, though when he rolls her onto her back, he doesn't cage her in with his body. He lays alongside her at first, continuing his unhurried exploration of her upper body with teasing licks and nibbles, fully intending to work her into a frenzy before he travels anywhere too scandalous. The paw that’s been curled around her back begins to wander again, trailing the points of his nails down her spine, across her hip, down the curve of her hindquarter, and then they skate back up, dragging along the back of her thigh in the process.

As Nylah grows more lax against him, Kieran’s head dips further–not so far as to reach the plane of her belly yet, but enough that the next pass of his tongue is over her uppermost peaked nipple, his eyes fixed upon her face to see her reaction. Regardless, he doesn’t linger there, and he ventures back up again, continuing his languid unraveling of Nylah. By the time he’s gotten anywhere near the apex of her thighs, Kieran wants her to be weeping with need.

She watched Kieran search her face until he’s satisfied with whatever he found. Then he’s everywhere. He truly invades her space for the first time, closing the distance that remained between him so that his warmth wrapped around her, making her skin feel flushed. His mouth is on her again, teasing the sensitive part of her throat with his tongue. With each brush of his mouth, lash of his tongue, she melts just a little bit more, turning to putty in his hands. Her eyes fall shut as she gets lost in the sensation. Kieran doesn’t rush, he reads her like a book, memorizing each word on every page until he knows it like a second language. Nylah is drunk on it.

Rolling her onto her back, Nylah hardly notices or cares. But she is very aware of the fact that he doesn’t trap her beneath him. Beside her, he silently offers an exit, a way for her to roll away from him and put an end to this. A forepaw lays against his chest, the other tucked against her own chest and she is acutely aware of the position she’s in. Belly up, the softest spots of her exposed, her abdomen flexes reflexively. But focusing on her indecency is getting hard to do when his nails trail down her side, teasing her skin with light touch. Then her hip and lower. Then up the back of her thigh. A shiver races up her spine.

Emboldened and high on a pleasure she didn’t know could possibly exist, Nylah leans up, pressing her lips to the curve of his throat, right where he had kissed her. But like everything with Nylah, even when she’s soft and compliant, there is a string. Lightly, she nips at his skin, impatiently pressing her teeth into him. She feels like she’s reaching for something and she wants more.

A rush of heat drops from her belly to between her thighs, where moisture pools. Reclining, she lets Kieran dip lower, his tongue laving over her nipple. A throaty moan parts her lips as a shock of pleasure rips through her. Surprise is quickly followed by approval. A drunken smile curls her lips as she looks down at him, her eyes dark and hooded. Her nostrils flare with quiet displeasure as he makes his way back up, thrumming her nonexistent patience.

He can feel her impatience building, and Kieran loves every sinful second of it; it's a point of pride to see and hear the reaction he's dragging out of her, proving his point further with each passing second. Nylah grows so bold as to lean into him, marking the side of his throat with her teeth, and Kieran chuckles softly, ignoring her wordless demand for more. When his tongue dragging over her nipple pulls a moan from her lips, he realizes that his favorite sound isn't her laugh—it's this. Her laughter comes in close second, however.

"Shhh," he murmurs against her ear, trailing his nose up the back of it in a featherlight, teasing touch. "Trust that I have you." A tenuous thing to ask for from Nylah, and she's already given him so much of it today—but Kieran needs her to know that he'll give her what she needs if she has faith in him. Some things simply cannot be rushed, and he happens to believe that sex is one of them.

His muzzle skates down again, pulling out of range from her demanding teeth; a low breath fans over the skin of her belly as Kieran explores further, teasing another nipple with his tongue and then a scrape of his teeth. He's been in exceptional control this entire time, but when his nose slips lower, scandalously close to the prize between her thighs, Nylah's scent of arousal floods his nostrils, and he can't help the low groan that rumbles from his throat. His forehead leans against her lower belly as Kieran takes a moment to draw in a steadying breath; it's the first sign he's given that he is affected by her just as much as she is him, but this moment in time isn't about him—it's about Nylah. Just because his cock is very aware of the situation doesn't mean he has to use it.

Kieran mutters a soft curse and then resumes movement, tracing his muzzle over Nylah's inguinal region, coaxing her thighs open and laying gentle, pinprick nips against her skin. He can't help himself when she's finally on display for him—for a long moment, he just stares, his dick twitching against his stomach as he drinks in the sight of her, pink and glistening. His foreleg reaches across her inner thigh and hooks over Nylah's hip, preventing her from rocketing up the bed when he finally raises his eyes to hers and drags his tongue agonizingly slowly over her vulva.

Nylah huffs, unsatisfied with his answer. But he at least doesn’t leave her waiting for long. His hot breath tickled the softer fur of her belly as he traveled down the length of her body. The only pause he made was when he lavished another nipple with his attention, pulling yet another throaty moan from her lips. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, pounding against her ribs, but for once, its for all the right reasons. It was mind numbing pleasure. Or so she thought. 

Lower still, his nose dips to the most intimate parts of her and when he breathes her in, Nylah watches him intently. Kieran has been the picture of self control up until now. But now? Now a groan snakes its way free of his lips, a sound that has her ears shooting forward, immediately finding that she wanted to hear that again. Kieran pressed his forehead to her belly, his body nearly vibrating as he dragged in a ragged breath. After a quiet moment, he resumes his agonizingly slow perusal of her body. With little coaxing, her legs fall open for him, and then his eyes are upon her, drinking her in. She squirms under his stare, suddenly shy, having never been stared at so.

His forelegs hook over her hips, securing her in place for the first time. Nylah watches him, questions lingering in her eyes as he settles in between her legs. But Kieran doesn’t give her a chance to verbalize any of those questions. In one slow caress, his tongue meets her skin and Nylah thinks she might actually explode. Her stunned expression quickly morphs into something so undeniably enthralled. Her needy whine is sharp and sudden before her head falls back and her hips roll up greedily.

Not once, in her wildest dreams, did she think this was possible. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she’d let Kieran do this to her every damn day for the rest of her life. “Kieran.” His name came out in a desperate plea that she couldn’t believe was her own voice. He had successfully managed to completely unravel her, to reduce her to mere putty  in his hands, willing to do just about anything to feel his tongue again. And again.

Her expression goes from stunned to euphoric in less than a second, and Kieran lavishes in every second of it, watching her features twist in pleasure as Nylah grows more lax than he's ever seen her. He can't help the second groan that echoes her cry at the first taste of her flooding his senses, even sweeter than he'd imagined. That sound morphs into a low chuckle as she bucks her hips eagerly against his mouth, and Kieran rewards her with another slow stroke of his tongue up her slit. Just the mere knowledge that all of this is a first for Nylah has him in a very giving mood, and rather than continue to tease her, he gives her what she wants.

Oh, and then she moans his name. His growl of approval against her wet heat is a possessive one, and Kieran begins to feast upon her like a starving man, his forelegs holding her open for him as he lays an assault on her soaked cunt. He wants her to make more of those sounds for him—he wants to make her sing so loudly that the entire pack hears it, and knows she belongs to him. His hips rock restlessly against the bed every now and then, reflexively seeking a gratification he has no intention of pursuing today. It's enough to watch Nylah fall apart beneath him, to feel her rock into his mouth, to hear her call his fucking name.

Just when she's reaching a rhythm he can feel, the slightly frenetic tremor of her muscles that promise she's close to a release she doesn't even know she's chasing—and fuck, if that thought doesn't make him feral as hell—Kieran changes the game. He slows his pace again, denying her climax and lapping languidly at her. He even goes so far as to drift away from her glistening pussy, laying teasing nips against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and lower stomach; his hold on her is relentless, refusing to let her squirm away from his ministrations and staying carefully out of range from any flying teeth that may arise from her tendency to choose violence when frustrated.

When she's good and damn well pissed at him, unable to name this thing he's holding hostage from her, he returns to where she wants him the most, and he doesn't just lick her this time—he thrusts his tongue deep into her cunt, laving it against her innermost walls. He almost comes right then and there at the feel of her like a fucking amateur. He moves slowly at first, dragging his tongue in and out of her sopping entrance, and steadily works Nylah back up into a frenzy, until she's desperately rocking against his face.

Kieran doesn't deny her this time, and he tongue-fucks her all the way to orgasm, his eyes rolling back when she comes completely undone for him, flooding his mouth with a rush of her juices. His licks slow, easing her back down from another plane of existence with steady, patient kisses. When she's steadied, his grip on her thighs and hips loosens, but he doesn't pull away; instead, Kieran crawls slowly up her body, brushing along her belly and chest without dropping his weight onto her. He lets her feel the heat of his cock against her stomach, lets her feel what she fucking does to him, but his focus is on her face as he hooks his claws around her chin and gently tips her muzzle up to face him. His head drops, and he licks at the seam of her lips, taking advantage of her bewildered reaction to gain entry to her mouth, sharing the taste of her own essence with her.

Kieran toys with her body like he’s been doing it for years. He laps at her like his life depends on it and Nylah loves every moment of it. At least until he pulls away, letting her come back down from a high she is chasing. His pace slows, each stroke of his tongue as slow as the last, keeping her on edge without giving her any real satisfaction. A whine bleeds into a growl as she glares down at him. He's conveniently out of her reach, safe from her mounting frustration, something she’s certain he’s made certain to do. He nips at her thighs, kisses her belly, each touch intentionally keeping her frustrated. It should be no surprise that her temper flares, Nylah has been impatient since the day she was born when it came to getting something she wanted. And she wanted this. Whatever this was.

Kieran knows it.

When she’s on the verge of snapping her teeth at him, he relents. There is no delicious lap of his tongue though. Her cry bounces off the walls of their den as he thrusts his tongue into her, filling her in a way she’s never experienced. Shamelessly, Nylah rides his mouth, his leisurely pace working her back up to the edge of oblivion. “Kieran.” She moans in name with a quiet plea. “Please.” A word that she almost never uttered, especially when talking to her husband, would grace her tongue, her voice husky with need as she squirmed in the beginnings of desperation. This time, he doesn’t deny her.

He fucks her in earnest, his tongue sliding in and out of her as she climbs higher and higher until it she peaks. Her orgasm crashes into her with a strength she is sorely unprepared for. Euphoria unfurls from deep in her belly and spreads through every inch of her body. Nylah doesn’t, or can’t be bothered to temper her voice as her cries crescendo. Her legs tremble on their own accord and her heart beats dangerously hard in her chest. Sucking in a ragged breath, she stares at the ceiling of their den for a moment. Then a girlish giggle splits her lips into a grin. Pastel eyes find Kieran’s as he climbs up her body, pressing the hard length of his cock to her belly. A satisfied weariness makes her eyes glossy. Curiously, she rolls her hips up and into him, testing the weight of his arousal. She’s not the only one feeling the effects of his exploration. Desire is clear on his face and when he grips her chin, his tongue lavishing her lips, she knows she’s utterly fucked. Tasting herself on her lips, something lurks in the shadows of her gaze as she looks up at him. Resting her forepaws on his chest, she peeks up at him through her lashes, utterly spent and content. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” She breathed out the sentiment, a sultry smile tugging at her mouth.