Of course on the way out a simple bark to the boys was enough and they appeared to answer her.<br/><br/>Being naked was not something that troubled the irraka, in fact finding someone else that was as free as her in this matter was yet another thing that she found so refreshing to find someone that felt the same as her on this matter, and the thought that they might get caught on the stair well only offered to add to arousal.<br/><br/>By now the sounds and sensations of the storm, the electricity in the humid air and the scent that hung in the air was driving her to a far greater high. Craig could sense that Peggerty could barely contain herself even as they reached the roof her nails seemed a little longer her teeth appeared a little sharper. Of course she was still under control but the magus could feel the way the wild of the storm was affecting her spiritually and sexually. Another rumble was matched by a low and sensual growl, and as the cold rain struck her Peggerty arched her back and shook her auburn main of hair much like a dog might.<br/><br/>The stimulant of the water upon her pale naked skin created more noises these were yet more feral and  the irraka almost called out to the Storm cat, daring it to join them for she knew it well, yet this was a private time, though her more feral and animal side was taking over. Thus as Craig bumped agains her skin a growl passed her lips. “Fuck me…” She said “Fuck me like the bitch I am.” There was an urgency in her voice, as the strom grew closer. The look upon her face was intense and it seemed she wanted the sex to be that way too. This creature was not one to be tamed but it could be placated in many ways.<br/>