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Going against what she had initially intended, her mate came bounding over before she had a chance to protest. Instinctively she curled her front forward as she prepared to rise but was physically thwarted as his weight heavy came down across her middle. She yelped in surprise but knew it was pointless to try and scramble away. More harm than good would come from it, and she would have just been denying herself his tender touch.
And his touch had evolved from its innocent laps across her face to tantalizing strokes of his tongue along her belly. Her tail struck the ground soundly, channeling the roused euphoria into physical means. Oh he was being unfair in teasing her like this, stuck beneath his hulking form with only her tail and front free to move. It was difficult to convey her distress when she felt this torture was sweet to endure. Her soft whines of protest were overcome by bouts of vocalized pleasure and even as she tried to growl the affect was the time. She about whined with relief when he ceased ministrations and moved just enough for their muzzles to meet. Golden lids began to close as she was soothed by his loving growl, and in the warmth of their den she would have fallen asleep then and there and been fine with him on top of her. But as the snow reminded them as well as the chill of the evening air, they were very much in the open.
Yet with the obvious set aside to the recesses of her mind for now, she leaned into his affections, lightly butting the top of her head against his in both play and in an effort to coax him from free her form captivity. There was only so much lying down she was willing to endure before the cold under her pelt began to seep into her side. Underneath him, she turned as best as she could would injuring herself and draped a heavy paw across his head, provoking a move out of him before he forced her deeper into the snow.