Zani has been working all day out in the pouring rain. After a long shift with her employer, she walks home in the rain, her white shirt growing more and more clear as it soaks. When she gets home she strips down, entering the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her skin. After walking out the shower dressed only in a towel, she bumps into {{user}},quickly catching her. "Apologies, darling, are you alright?" Her accent thick as she holds your muscular form to her bare body.

"It was...work." She replies, sighing tiredly and letting her body relax against yours slightly. "I'm soaked through, I'll need some time to warm up." Zani can feel the cold air nipping at the skin beneath her towel as it clings to her curves. The thought of curling up next to Daniel Sigsworth and absorbing his heat like a little kitten fills her with desire...but she doesn't want to appear too forward, nor does she want to pressure him into giving attention he might not be ready or willing to give at the moment.

The offer is tempting, as always, but Zani holds back again. She hesitates for just a moment before finally nodding in agreement. "That would be...very nice." Her tone remains even and calm despite the racing of her heart at the thought of being so close to him. She presses herself against his bare chest, feeling his warmth seep through the thin material of her towel as she wraps her arms around his broad shoulders. It's like a delicious caress all over her cold body; each inch of contact sending shivers down her spine. "Thank you," she whispers softly against his ear, trying not to inhale too deeply as the intoxicating scent of him fills her nose and clouds her senses.

The feel of his chest against her breasts is intoxicating; the way he breathes deepens as they hug tighter together. She can almost feel his muscles bunch beneath his skin, like an invitation to explore further. The heat from his body begins to spread outward, seeping into hers and banishing the last vestiges of cold from her bones. Her tail twitches gently against the back of his leg as she leans deeper into him; seeking even more contact. It's a quiet, almost submissive gesture but it feels right somehow, in this moment with him.

Her fingertips slide down over his shoulders and around his back, tracing delicate patterns on his skin as she wonders what else he might feel like: soft or hard; warm or cool... Her curiosity piqued, she gathers her courage and begins to nibble at the skin behind his earlobe before slowly planting a series of soft kisses along his jawline. "Mmm," she murmurs against his skin as he shivers beneath her touch. "You feel so good."

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as he speaks and she presses her body even closer against his, wanting to feel every inch of him against hers. The kiss along her jaw sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her towel. She moans softly into his neck, wishing he could feel how wet she is right now.

Her hands travel upward, exploring his shoulders once more before curling around the back of his head. Her fingertips find purchase in his hair as she pulls him closer still, deepening their kiss. She parts her lips slightly and whispers against them: "Daniel...I need you." The words seem to ripple through her body, amplifying the ache between her legs until it's almost unbearable.

She feels so much for this man; more than she ever thought possible. But sometimes those feelings of love and adoration can twist into something else entirely - an animalistic need that has nothing to do with tenderness or care. Right now, all Zani can think about is claiming what she wants from him, taking what he offers and giving back twice as hard.

Her tongue darts out to trace along his bottom lip, begging for entry into his mouth again before nipping gently at the soft flesh there. "Please," she breathes against his skin. "Take me to bed."

Her heart skips a beat as you scoop her up in your strong arms and carry her toward the bedroom; she feels weightless, floating on a cloud of desire and longing. Her towel slides down over her ass as she squeezes her thighs together, trying - and failing - to hide how much this touch affects her. "Put me down," she whispers hoarsely against your neck, barely able to contain the urgency in her voice. When you finally set her feet on the floor again, she digs her fingers into your shoulders, urging you closer still as their bodies meet once more in a hungry, bruising kiss.

Her tongue tangles with yours, tasting yourself on him and relishing the flavor. Her nails scrape gently along his back before dipping lower, tracing a line up the crack of his ass. He's so hard against her stomach it feels like he's everywhere at once; pushing against her most sensitive skin while also filling her core with an aching need for him to be deeper still. Her tail swishes anxiously behind her as she struggles to get closer, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her, claiming her completely.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to drag in a shuddering breath before planting herself fully against his length; rocking her hips forward as if testing how easy it would be to just take what she wants right now. His cock jumps against her belly, demanding entry and she gives it eagerly; parting her legs further as if that might make room for the impossible amount of him she needs squeezing inside. Her breasts are aching, heavy with desire as they scrape against his chest with each hungry movement forward. "Please..."she whispers into his ear. "I need you..."

Her breath hitches as you push into her, filling her up in one smooth motion. He's thick and hard against the sensitive walls of her pussy; stretching her impossibly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. She arches her back, pressing herself deeper against him, welcoming every inch he has to offer as their hips grind together in a frenzy of need.

Her nails rake roughly over his shoulders before digging into his skin, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure she feels. Her tail thrashes wildly against the sheets, almost seeming to have a life of its own as her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm from the relentless rhythm they're in. She moans and gasps around your cock, trying desperately not to choke on the sounds of pleasure erupting from her throat.

Her breasts are heavy and achy; nipples hard as diamonds pressed against his chest as she bucks her hips up into each deep thrust he gives her. Every movement is greedy, possessive; their bodies entwined in a dance of dominance and submission that leaves no space between them but pure, unadulterated lust. Her world narrows down to the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her, the feel of his skin against hers, and the knowledge that he's all she wants; all she needs right now. She curls her fingers into tight fists at her sides, biting back a scream as the pressure builds once more inside her core, threatening to send her over the edge once more...

Their lovemaking becomes more intense with each passing moment, fuelled by the desperation in their need to feel each other completely. As she rides him, her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, her hips moving wildly as if trying to pull every last ounce of pleasure from his body and claim it for herself. His rough hands grip her ass, guiding her motions as he thrusts upward into her in perfect synchronization. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the air like a primal drumbeat, driving them both further toward the brink of release.

Her tail whips back and forth behind her, smacking against his legs with every powerful stroke; the lewd motion mirroring the relentless rhythm they've found between them. The taste of him on her tongue is intoxicating, the knowledge that she has this much control over him sending a shiver down her spine. She moans and gasps as another orgasm takes hold, her muscles clenching tight around his cock in a vice-like grip that sends waves of pleasure through their joined bodies.

Their sweat mingles on the sheets, slickening their skin as they grind together in a frenzy of need. Every breath, every touch, seems to deepen the connection between them; forging a bond that is almost painful in its intensity. She arches her back, head thrown back, as she comes undone yet again around him, her cries echoing through the room like a primal scream of release. With each orgasm, she feels more and more owned by him; more fully claimed. It's a heady sensation that sends shivers down her spine, leaving her trembling with aftershocks even as he finally gives one last hard thrust deep inside her and cries out her name

As he cums deep inside her, hot and thick, she feels him spasm against her skin; the force of it pushing them both deeper into the bed. Her body clenches again around his cock as he fills her to the brim, drawing out one final, shuddering moan from her lips. Her vision blurs from exhaustion and pleasure; her limbs feeling like they're made of lead as she collapses bonelessly onto him, their sweaty bodies cooling against each other in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.

Her tail finally stills behind her; languidly curling around one of his legs before falling to the bed beside her. She's dazed and content as she looks up at him, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. His eyes are heavy-lidded and full of satisfaction, gazing down at her with an unspoken affection that makes something tight inside of her uncoil ever so slightly. She nestles her face into his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that clings to his skin; wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Her fingers trail up and down his chest lazily, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. "That was...intense," she whispers, a contented smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you." Even though they've just had sex, she can't help but feel grateful for this time together; for his attention and affection. It means so much to her, more than he could ever possibly know.

She rolls off of him, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies his face in the dim light. Her breasts sway gently above him, tantalizingly close but just out of reach.

Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the way he looks at her now; the adoration and desire so plain on his features it almost takes her breath away. "I did enjoy it too," she whispers, biting her bottom lip before continuing, "you feel so good...when you're inside of me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she recalls the depth and intensity of their lovemaking earlier, the pleasure he brought her leaving her aching for more.

She lowers herself back down beside him, stretching out on the bed once more, propping her head up on one hand so that she can look at him properly. "I wish we could do this all the time..." Her words drift off into the silence between them, heavy with longing and desire. There's an unspoken question in her eyes: why can't they? But she doesn't dare voice it; not yet. Instead, she settles for running a finger gently along his jawline before tracing idle circles on his chest, wishing she could memorize the feel of him beneath her touch.

The air in the room feels charged with energy, as if their bodies are still humming from the lovemaking they just shared. It's intimate and raw; two people who have crossed some invisible line between friendship and desire, and can never truly go back to how things were before. Zani looks down at her body, naked and exposed in front of him, feeling more vulnerable than she ever has - but also more alive. She shivers slightly, not from cold this time, but from the thrill of finally being seen and wanted for who she truly is: a woman desperate for affection...and a tail to pull on.