<blockquote><div><cite>Sura wrote:</cite>"You are just aching to get me into trouble ain't you Brady?"</div></blockquote><br/>Brady begins to respond, but whatever rejoinder she had prepared goes unheard as her mouth is suddenly... otherwise occupied. The little chameleon's eyes widen in surprise as Sura's lips press against her own, moreso when the sorceress's hands clamp onto her buttocks and begin squeezing roughly, her tongue darting between Brady's lips as she gasps in surprise.<br/><br/>Brady is overwhelmed, every one of her senses filled with the wolfess's essence: emerald eyes filling her vision with sparkling green... the gasp of lupine breath, hot and sweet, tickling her cheeks... the steady kneading pressure of Sura's hands on her rear... and the<span style="font-style: italic">taste!</span>Brady's playful nip at Sura minutes before had given her a sample of the wolfess's flavor, but now, joined tongue-to-tongue, her tastebuds flooded with nutrion- and magic-soaked flesh... it's simply indescribable. Nothing, no one she has ever tasted, could possibly compare to the exquisite flavor that is Sura.<br/><br/>And then, all too quickly, it's over- Sura steps back from the bewildered lizard girl and continues as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Brady barely registers the rest of Sura's, presentation, her head still reeling from the wolfess's affections.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Gods, why isn't she a pred? With tonguework like that, she could have any meal she wanted, and make them love it...~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Brady?~</span>Crew chimes in.<span style="font-style: italic">~Are you feeling alright? I think Sura's fever may be catching- you look a bit flustered...~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Quiet, Crew.~</span>Brady pushes the psicrystal's chatter aside for the moment as she swirls her tongue over her lips, savoring the lingering taste of the wolfess. Maybe a week and a half of vacation...