She loomed over him, teeth glinting in the half light as she grinned back.<br/><br/>"I was hoping you'd say that. Oh, don't worry, I'll take it soft and slow. The potion will minimise your need for air, but it doesn't have pain suppression, so I'll be careful not to bite... not hard enough to hurt, anyway."<br/><br/>She straddled his chest, pulled a jar from her jacket, opened it and started rubbing the contents into his fur, starting at his shoulders. The distinctive scent of Hoisin reached Chris's nostrils. "Just enhancing your natural flavour. It's odd, wolves, like ducks, go well with hoi sin or orange sauce. Babs is best marinaded in horseradish, or a light white wine. Though between skin absorbtion and her sneaking sips, by the time she's ready, she's half looped."<br/><br/>All the while she was working up his body, massaging the sauce into the fur on his legs, belly and torso. At the end she was at his feet, and brought her head and shoulders down and her rump up, as if ready to pounce. She started licking his toes, working her tongue around them and scraping it across his foot pads.<br/><br/>"Mmmmm.... tasty toes..." she murred, then engulfed them in her muzzle. She inched forward, walking her jaws along the length of his feet. After a few seconds, his feeet were buried up to his ankles in her mouth, and he could feel the warm saliva already starting to swirl around them as her tongue caressed them.