𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙮, 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙩

ㅤ the touch and kisses were beyond heavenly . . . the sounds that left her matched it, hopefully. hand grasps to the back of white hair, back arching in the chaif as she takes the overwhelming pleasure from the feline's tongue. ♡

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀*⠀ ⠀⠀˚ ༘.°˖⋆ ✧.°˖⋆｡˚⠀⠀ ⠀ ⤼⠀ ⠀⠀𝒉𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌⠀⠀ ⠀heaven⠀⠀ ⠀with⠀ ⠀ ⠀*⠀ ・・・・・⠀⠀another ⠀ ⠀⠀ᴍ͟ᴇ͟ᴍ͟ᴏ͟ʀ͟ʏ͟⠀ ⠀⠀ now. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐬 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 .

‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ Do not call me director in bed, it feels too formal. Considering the activities too. ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍

‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ “White Fox? Smash.” I scratch and bite, I’d be more careful with that. ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍

“ I suppose it can be . . I try not to think about it too often, though it does get hard sometimes.” She sighed softly, eyes glimmering faintly. “ And what about you? I don't suppose you can turn into a giant cat?”

“ For as long as I can remember, I'm the last of an ancient species of nine tailed foxes. It's the source of my powers.” As she spoke, she held her hand up and her fingers briefly morphed into sharper claws.

“I can't help finding that hard to believe but . . fine, I'll humor you. What do you want to know?” Her head tilted slightly to one side now as she kept a curious eye on the Cat.