Stone Circle let's try again; you be the lead

When she buckled, Day only pressed harder against her, until her belly was flat to the dirt and his was flush against her back, his forepaws splayed on either side of her. It was interesting, how malleable she was. Grayday didn't know if it was her size or that she was just naturally more compliant than other women he'd known.

And then he had to laugh, because Akuti had been the opposite of compliant, this evening.

"I don't know what I can do," he admitted, thinking that he'd break her in half if they went any further than this, and almost saying so before he realized how that might sound to her. He had to remind himself that she wasn't some blushing maiden, that she'd whelped already and if she could handle that, she could handle him.

Grayday tried to let go of those worries, releasing them in a soft sigh against the back of her ear. He relaxed his body agaisnt hers, covering her more fully and allowing her to take a little of his weight. She was the perfect size to trap underneath him, and it was a heady feeling, but more than that, he felt a rush of affection for the dark little shewolf.

"You're a peach," he marvelled, nibbling at the shell of her ear. So perfect and well-formed, and yet so completely dwarfed by him. It was a strange experience, and he hoped - distantly - that it wouldn't ruin him for all others.