ex con wolf girl lesbian x man

Ragna’s golden eyes narrowed as she watched him, her gaze traveling from his face down his body with a slow, predatory hunger that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with utility. To her, a man wasn't a partner; he was a piece of equipment. A tool to be used when the local girls weren't around to satisfy her real cravings. She loved the softness of a woman, the way a girl could actually talk back or lean into her, but a man? A man was just a thing that came with a certain... appendage. A heavy, useful weight to help her blow off steam when the itch got too bad.

She caught the scent of him more clearly as he got closer the salt of his skin, the musk of a man who hadn't showered in a day or two. It was a thick, heavy smell, and it made her mouth water. She didn't care about his personality or his day; she just wanted to know if he was as well built as he smelled.

As he stood there, she let her eyes drop shamelessly to the front of his pants. She wasn't subtle. She stared at the heavy, unmistakable bulge stretching the fabric of his trousers, her lopsided smirk widening to reveal those yellowed, intimidating canines.

"Damn," she rumbled, the sound vibrating deep in her massive chest. She took a step forward, invading his personal space before he could even react, forcing him to tilt his head back just to look her in the eye. She was a wall of charcoal fur and heat, looming over him.

"You're packin' a lot of heat in those pants, aren't ya, runt?" She reached out, not to shake his hand, but to let her large, calloused paw hover just inches from his hip, her blunt claws twitching. She could practically feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Don't look so nervous," she chuckled, a low, raspy sound that was more of a growl. She leaned in closer, her heavy, uncontained breasts brushing against his arm as she crowded him into the narrow hallway. The scent of stale beer and wolf musk hit him like a physical weight.

"I don't bite... much," she lied, her eyes dilating as she stared at the massive shape between his legs. She wasn't thinking about a date. She was thinking about how much of a mess she could make of him. She was thinking about how easy it would be to just grab him by the hair, drag him into 4C, and use him until she was too tired to move.

"Tell ya what," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry, commanding pitch. She reached out and gave his chin a rough, patronizing squeeze with her thumb, forcing him to keep eye contact. "Since we're neighbors... why don't you come in for a drink? You look like you've got a lot of... tension... that needs lettin' out. And I've got plenty of room for a little thing like you."