“I see a relationship as a give-and-take. You know I acknowledge that—always have, always will, and I’m nothing if not a stickler for my own word. It’s just that here, now? You’ll be doing the giving, and I’ll take all I can get.”

The ebony titaness stretched, wedged beyond a shadow of a doubt in the depths of the role she felt like playing. It was a deviant of one she attributed often; the top of the chain, the apex predator. But now? With the crack of morning reciting a sonnet of lights and darks, casting itself across a certain bunny too tired—too weak, of course—to retort? Oh, to see his reaction to a forward press of her paws now.

Thick, leathery digits rocked softly—rotating and splaying skillfully—mere inches above the rabbit’s head, almost taunting. Successfully, he’d add, if he could speak. An echo thundered far above, the wolfess’ carefree hum piercing the sky as a single leathery pad brushed between—and spread apart—his long, reedlike ears. The boulder-sized digits curled and flexed. Forward. Back. Up and down they played across her little toy like a virtuoso, wrinkles in her calloused pads appearing and fading. Every stroke of her soft, sumptuous force aloft his head was set to the ineffable rhythm of her dominance.

He was hers.

****

Yep.

It’s a rare occasion indeed that Fiela teases so explicitly. The grand majority of her attempts to fluster Rey tend to be much more direct—and by now, one would think he’d have had enough close encounters with those heavy things breaking his back or five inches from just that to totally ruin it for him. Unfortunately, he tends to be a pretty easy, breakable bunny. Not a soul knows that better than the wolfess.

This rather generous piece was done by the radtacular  Ligerjazz! A... pretty long time ago, actually. I usually don't like putting up such explicitly pawsy things very often, but I'm definitely happy with how it all turned out. Go visit her gallery and check out her other amazing things.

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