They say the number Thirteen is an unlucky one…
Mors Funebris Ch. 2 P 5 (Arawn Cycle 25/Helvetia Cycle 15)
“OOoooohhh.” Tia moaned softly, as she closed all of her eyes when she rubbed those pliant regions between her major and minor labia. Shifting that wand over to one fist, she then reached up with her free arm and began to stroke her belly fur with a spread hand. There, she deliberately petted against the grain of her fur, eagerly enjoying the sensation of forcing her fur backwards. Why? Because, it always made her feel ‘naughty’.