>>50929673Soon enough, I can't see anything but darkness. It's all in my head—my feelings, my senses, all of it—but why does it still feel so real?
The haze then clears from my vision, and the world slowly comes back into focus. Noire's back to normal—or rather, as normal as an Umbreon afflicted with toxic lust could possibly be—and she's sitting on my lap once again, with that same demanding glare from before. I can't deny it any more; the lingering visions in my mind have already convinced me that she's not alone in her feelings. No matter how hard I want to fight it, I can feel my own loins starting to ache just thinking about her.
"You're right, Noire," I grunt as I slide my fingers down her back and feel the soft, velvety fur between my fingers. "We're more than just partners, aren't we?"
Noire's expression brightens up immediately, and she nuzzles into my chest, letting out a long, drawn-out purr. I guide my hand lower, down past her hips and towards her rear; the heat radiating off of her flank is almost palpable, and the smell of her musk is strong enough that I can almost savour it. There's something about the scent that just makes me want to bury my face in her fur and breathe her in—it's indescribable, really.
Reaching even lower, I can feel that she's already damp with anticipation; the fur between her legs is sopping wet and sticky, and the more I run my finger along her backside, the more her body twitches and squirms. With a gentle push, I slide my fingers into her, and I'm met with a loud, needy cry as she arches herself off of my lap. Her insides are warm and viscous, just like the syrupy substance that's coating her fur; every thrust of my digits makes a wet, sloppy sound as she twists and writhes in my arms. I can feel her pulse thumping against my finger, and it's beating so fast that it almost feels like her heart is going to explode from her chest.
