She craved the attention brought on by his ministrations, her feral mind at last bleeding into the civil overtaking reason to want. The games of seduction were not lost to her, merely unrefined with none to practice on during her time as a wanderer. Yet the male trapped between her thighs was incredibly well versed, rousing dormant lust for the awakening appendage trapped between them.
A tip of her claw followed the defined contours of his muzzle, her eyes laden with desire following the carefully marked trail. The rise of his seeking hand coaxed the arch of her back whilst a pleasant sigh escaped her lips. Slowly she drew a trail, fingers ghosting through his fur along his arm until her searching digits grasped his occupied, bringing his hand to cup a prominent mound.
“Perhaps you should stay with me…” she breathed as her heart quickened its beat.