Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

Thoughts of reason where lessening in frequency within her mind, instincts moving forth and revealing it's strength—after all, nature always won in the end. It helped, perhaps even a bit too much, that Depp was a healthy fellow. Slightly younger than her, as well as a bit eccentric, but he'd never shown any indications that he carried an illness. A suitable partner, really, not that anything official was on her mind. No, her thoughts had been clouded already, previously logical notions replaced by the pull to reproduce. "What is there to trust?" she'd returned on a whim, mustering up just enough of her previous self to speak. It was an odd thing, the loss of her stoic mask. Letting even a flicker of emotion slip through her cover had been viewed as a grand flaw in the past, yet there she presently was, unable to hide herself away.

When his face had drawn closer, Sen did not move away. Instead, she found herself inching closer, the haze of her heat and instincts having grasped hold of her. Tentatively, she'd stretched her neck out, unsure of herself until her muzzle had brushed by his own. It was with a slow movement of her head that she'd lowered it, then, nosing his chin right after. She was not inexperienced in the joyous side of sex, but the current situation was far different from previous encounters. It was not something to do just to pass the time, but an act meant to prolong the life of nature itself.