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While compromising was her forfeit, the exhausted female was less than willing to oblige his exchange in tending to his horse but proved herself merciful by releasing his mane. As much as she would have liked to vent her frustrations into him for tainting their bedding, she felt the punishment he was forced to endure now was enough.
But he made a pitiful sight with his muzzle scrunched in pain, wanting to be freed from his uncomfortable imprisonment. And despite her being upset, she couldn’t leave him suffering to death by clinging blanket. Inevitably she sighed in defeat then crawled on her knees to get around to his back to assess how bad he was attached to the pelt. With the duration of the night for the blood to cement the contrasting furs together, it went without saying that his detachment wouldn’t be without a little pain. She gave the elk hide an experimental tug to test its solidity then brought a claw just beneath his shoulder blade to tease the bonded fur and hide. She clicked her tongue and hummed thoughtfully, drawing herself closer to his back then settled on her folded knees.
“Next time do not try to deny me,” she countered his jest with a matter-of-fact. “And it’s doubtful that even your armor would be able to protect you. Try and hold still…” X’yrin placed a hand over his shoulder to gently urge him forward while she held the opposing hide apart from his back. There was no clear way to detach him other than to rip the elk skin off as fast and effectively as possible, but such a way meant causing him considerably more pain (a tactic she was favoring if only to teach him a lesson about bleeding all over their bedding). But while the thought crossed her mind to deal the damage and be done with her, she simply couldn’t bring any harm to him… intentionally. It would be a long, tedious process, but if it would spare the pain of reopened wounds, she would do it.
Once more she sighed, already scolding herself for prolonging their start to the day, then lowered her muzzle to the bonded fur and unfurled her tongue to work it loose. “I hope you weren’t expected by customers today,” she mumbled around a mouthful of fur then took several more licks of the bloodied and musk scented fur. When the worked fur was malleable enough to move, she gently pried the wet section apart until it was caught by another clump of combined fur. There too, she lowered her muzzle to coax it loose and continued from there while gently easing her mate forward.