Peace of Mind

Callisto didn't relent or didn't seem to understand when he pawed her waist, the look she gave clearly showing her confusion. But even as she resented his pawing Jakart didn't give up that she would relent and follow his instructions. Eventually her hips buckled and she fell onto the mossy forest floor, visibly uneasy and uncertain with that stare. Callisto's pinned ears, exposed fangs as she growled up at him even as he made the first motions to bring himself over her.

He stepped over her belly and swung his hips over hers, forelegs stepping up to grip against Callisto's shoulders. Jakart looked down at his, well, friend may be to strong of a word considering her actions towards him. But he was determined to ease her heat and her demeanor, to calm the fury and agitation of her heat. The grey wolf brought his hips low and stepped forward as he began, taking another step and feeling his cheeks warm as he brought his muzzle equally up to Callisto's. His throat was exposed, and he hoped she would be comforted by the fact that she could retaliate and control him with easy exposure to such a vital area. Thoughts went to her comfort, ankles pinching her neck off the moss. Jakart dipped his muzzle and kissed the side of her cheek, losing himself in the moment both of traveled towards all along.

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