Her lips were there to meet Beowulf's, and in turn meet the feline between them. The scent of the male lupine mingled with her own that had begun to linger in the air around the group. Tail flickering, and though she expected it, never did she believe how wonderful it would feel when she felt, mixed between the silken softness of her tongue and his, the smaller feline trapped between the two membranes. To the feline inside, it was a turmult of flesh and saliva all mixed together with the meaty canine breath of both of the giants.<br/><br/>Sighing in content, she'd press harder against the other lupine, letting her tongue wrestle for control of the little feline within their muzzles, though it was mostly for a more concentrated taste. Her breath panted out through her nose, sounding like a thunderous whoosh muffled by the squelching of tongue and lips meshing together.<br/><br/>She'd allow one of her paws to wander, searching down the front of Beowulf to the bulge already forming in his pants. The corners of her lips curling somewhat in a smile, her paw gave a teasing grope while shivers tingled down her length... This lupine was large.