Walk | Talk | Think
For a frightful second she thought he would not listen to her, thought he would ignore her statement entirely from the way the pushes she had made against him only seemed to make him press back more forcefully, wielding his authority over the situation and doing as he had intended all along by keeping her there beneath him. But the breathy moan he made against her ear - the sound of which elicited another shiver, another shudder - was followed by a whispered question, words of concern finally offered to her regarding everything he was doing. His pet name was lost within the anxiety of her mind, and in a whisper even softer than his own, Anais answered, "Yes."
His muzzle pressed back into her fur again, taking in her scent and leaving behind his own, but when she started to think he really would ignore what she said he finally moved. His larger massed was dragged up away from her, her now exposed belly feeling so cold without him there hovering over her so closely. It made her visibly shake again.
But at last she could breathe, and she dragged in quick, shaky breaths as her gaze finally opened to regard the male as he remained over her. At this angle, at this short distance, he looked quite intimidating, and the fact he seemed to pronounce it more strongly with the upward curve of his tail only exaggerated his power, his authority, over their whole interaction. Anais nearly forgot that she wanted to move and remained there between his paws, staring upward as he declared he would take something of hers. Her ears pinned more tightly against her head as she puzzled over what he meant, afraid to ask, and tentatively, hesitantly, she rolled to her stomach and crawled forward to get out from underneath him, keeping her body low and her stance submissive. "I...I don't understand," the grey-gold girl admitted, wishing not for the first time that she had been more understanding of these suggestions he continued to make.
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