Fayne tried her best to hold her ground as Tharin pushed with his solid form. He growled trying to gain submission from her. His ashy figure raised above her in dominace. She lowered her body some more letting him know he was indeed the dominant wolf here releasing a soft submissive whine. She wanted nothing more than him to take control of the situation and do what the scent was driving them to do. She pushed up against him so he didn't knock her down for as long as she could. She continued to growl and nip at his face playfully. Her body was telling her to simply turn around so Tharin would be able to mount her. It was all she wanted and all she was thinking about. The games they were playing, although fun, weren't satisfying her unintentional selfish desires. His broad muzzle wondered over her as she pushed her body up against him taking in his scent as well. He was driving her to insanity. Each movement he made increased the suspense. Why wouldn't he just make the move?
Soft yearning whines continued to flood from her jaws. It was getting to the point where she was simply going to turn around and beg him to mount her. Her small figure began to slide along him readying to make her move. Blue-green orbs gazed at Tharin full of hunger, nearly yelling at him to make a move. She could see the lust in his eyes as well, saying that he wanted it as bad as she did. Just before she got into position he moved away in one movement leaving her with nothing to prop up against. She had been so caught up in the moment that she'd forgotten about the remaining weakness in her left shoulder. She nearly toppled over but caught her balance at the last second. A frustrated whine escaped her. The suspense had built up and was then ripped away in one moment. Fayne stood with her head lowered, tail low, and ears back in submission. Why had he pulled away? She sat herself down and looked over at him with the same pleading eyes as he whined. What was so wrong that he had to stop? "What is it Tharin?" She spoke in a shy voice as if she'd done something wrong...maybe it was her fault he had stopped.
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