yetifish

My mate loves to dress up for me. Be that cute clothes or sexy lingerie. We also adore different animal features and their quirks. Sometimes a new form lets a situation take on a noticeable change in tone. These are a few of our favorite outfits and expression of their moods. Enjoy some shapeshifting magic, brought to you by the majestic, "La Lune Rouge"

Seasons heat and estrus wane in the never ending escapades of these two deviants. Something about the weather or even the date would spur cycles of more adventurous roles to play. They never needed much to set either lover off on a new sexy scheme. Be that an outfit, action, word, or even a overpowering smell. Once the fires were lit, the game was on to turn on the other~

Fenrir was relaxing on a chair lazily, trying to relax off a hard worked day. Isabel was ever near but not in eyes reach currently. Rolling his shoulders produced a loud set of popping cracks. With a groan and sigh, he wondered if he should just fall asleep here. As if an alarm had gone off, his mated fox sprung into the fray to investigate his pains. "Darling? What's wrong?" Trying to find a way to hide his current weakness, he ask a question he actually always wondered. "Nothing babe, just wondering why you always chose a fox. You seemed more like a cat person when we first met."

Isabel's ears perked up at the statement and could sense her husband's internal stresses. Knowing the best way to a man's heart is what ever gets his heart pumping, she knew a better way to relive him. Sniffing the air showed no signs of her Alpha's potent allure. Wagging her tail, she sauntered over to his back. With tactical pressure, the demoness pressed into his sore tight joints. Cooing to distract the slightly off wolf, "Now now hunny, you can't think a single animal could describe me."

The distraction was working, getting the man to contemplate it more. "I know. I just though you would gravitate to a more common pet." That word was one of her MANY triggers, turning the massage a little more, well, sensual~ Her small dexterous paws began to scratch her back and brush through his head. Sliding down his broad buff form. Sneaking not so obvious pec rubs. "Well~ Daddy~ I do like to be different pets for you. You think I would look good as a cat, hmmm?~"

His heart thrummed into her soft fingers, heating up gradually with each new area reexplored. Fenrir's eyes began to close and his strength fall into her arms a litter harder. Isabel slowly increased her power bottom trances. Knowing each and every articulated syllable needed a sultry flick to it. "My big strong wolf does looove his pets~ Doesn't he? Maybe a kitten to heat his lap? Begging for some warm milk?~ A bell to know where your little kitty slut is at all times~" Working her claws now, she dug them through the thick fur to ease the hidden burdens. Scratching away gently at anything plaguing his mental state.

She knew what to say, spending so many years under his constant consensual demand. More than enough time to master the art of mutual satisfaction. As she coaxed his mind into a space of true relaxation, a dark shadow of something began to reveal itself. Her eyes that are usually closed for others, became resolute. A cutting gaze that could kill as her ethereal hold on his soul snatched the smog. Ripping it out of her King's essence and feeling it desperate to latch again. It flailed and writhed in agony, attempting to posses her spirt.

Trying to penetrate the succubus flesh was a new level of mistake as the near formless entity began to wither. Her angry apathy began to choke the life out of the evil creature until it died into nothingness. As soon as the shade was murdered, Fenrir broke from his exhaustion, no longer able to bare what was once their harming his ever worrying heart. Isabel was there to comfort and catch him, rocking the now slumbering man in her bosom. Gently kissing his head, "Shhh. Sleep for a moment my love. I am ever yours as I am here. Forever and always." The completely unconscious incubus murmured back instinctually, "Eternity and longer."

Once asleep and all apparitions were dealt with, the dream demon made her way center stage to the realm of Fenrir's dream state. As a succubus, she would normally have only control over her own form. Their imprint allowed her more options than this. She changed the lighting to a bright rogue and began to slowly walk into his view. Shaking his head in forgetting why he fell asleep, she immediately took his attention. A small squeak sound snatched his gaze, moving his large maw into a gentle smile. On her knees, Isabel was dressed in kitten lingerie. Collared bell and mouse toy caught between her cute lips. A cat tail swishing to get praise from her master. The two were perfect together no matter what was weathered. Any form, time, place, together to lift the other out of darkness.

"How do I look master?~"