Neverwinter Forest Clean & Jerk

Ouch. Her shoulder blade was a hell of a lot harder than his dick right now. Then again, so was his skull. That one, was gonna hurt later, but luckily for him he'd already scouted out a stream with water like ice so he could nurse that headache later. Until then, it seemed the lady wished to protest so much. Her snarling and snapping became a little more purposeful. She seemed blind to anything more than their body language. Perhaps she was deaf in addition to her muteness. Except her growling chords worked... so that gave off mixed signals. 

He pulled his muzzle back, barely escaping her snapping jaws as she found purchase on his whiskers once more. Actually, he thought she might have gotten one because his muzzle stung a bit. "Might wanna blow on that one, sweet heart. Make a wish. Might come true. But shhh. Don't tell me what it is, or it won't happen." He made no promises. He only knew that where she moved lighting fast, he was well adapt at attempting to dodge the well deserved slap of a woman. Then again, there were a number of times when he'd earned them enough to embrace the pain. This was becoming one of those times. 

Kero stayed within her range, turning with her so they were standing flank to flank, shoulder to shoulder. He ducked his head and threw his body, shoving his shoulder against her own as his muzzle slipped beneath her chin. He attempted to knock at it with his nose, lifting that chin of hers so that he might lick across her underside of her maw and chance those snarling teeth. She might have been out for blood (something he was oblivious of), but he was well within the range of good humor. He could play.