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Word Count: 337
Ookami Bound
Idle Paws
"Tsuki-ko!" Her mistress' call hit her ears like a caress.
If she'd been in her truer form she would have wagged her tail expectantly, as it was a shiver was loosed down her spine and she visibly shuddered. Her mistress really did know how to please a dog.
Thinking of pleasing…
The breeze tickled in her long pale silver-gold hair and she lifted her nose into the wind. First her mistress' scent entangled around her- pure, wintry with a bit of warmth like summer sunlight. She inhaled more deeply, searching, until she was hit by the thrilling fragrance that belonged to the Alpha male. It was a heady aroma like that of the most ancient of forests, this mingling seamlessly with a storm's perfume, and finally a hint of spice that couldn't be defined.
She smiled.
Her master was a very fine specimen of all that was enticingly male.
He much reminder of her former lover, the god Tsukiyomi. The moon-glow skin and blacker-than-midnight hair- a surreal beauty with grace and strength to match. It had been some time since she had graced the moon god's bed, but she could recall every encounter.
Still to her delight, her master was not so gentle a lover as the kami. While the immortal was gentle like lapping waves against a sandy shore, her master was electric and fierce like lightning striking with fury against the earth.
She licked her lips languidly thinking of how every time he would attempt to dominate her- control her and make her come before him. It was endearing- cute even- though she would only let this slip if she meant to provoke him. She chuckled throatily.
A man like her master was a rare find.
And thinking of finding…
She wondered when her mistress might discover her.
Again she smiled and continued her stroll on the western side of the manse.
She keenly recalled canvassing this garden and all the others before making her way to her master's chambers the night of their pact.