Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

There came a whisper to her mind, a voice so similar to her own but sounding so far away. She'd been unable to make out the words, unable to make out the warning of what might result from her recklessness, and brushed it off as an annoyance. Little time was spent focused upon such bothersome things, for she'd not the capacity to do so presently. Her mind was locked upon one thing only, and that which he could do to ease her burdens. Though the start of it, the poking around, only worsened them, causing her to glance back at him in irritation. Finally, she'd moved her tail to the side, granting him the access he needed just before she'd been mounted.

The moment she'd felt teeth against her nape, she knew what was coming. A low growl began to grow within the back of her own throat, though it lacked any and all aggressiveness. A part of her wanted to twist away from his grasp, to carry on as she normally would, but there was no time to do so. She'd given him permission already, and her body wasn't about to let her hold it off for any longer. Sen pressed herself against him, eager to receive the release she so desired.