Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

Fin felt her blood boiling as Elwood responded to her confession, each part of her body bursting into flames as he explored it with his muzzle.  She shut her eyes against the wave of lust that threatened to drown her. She had no words to share in response to his, only throaty rumbles that seemed to come from the pit of her stomach. She stared at him as though in a panic when he moved away, narrowing her eyes when he suggested they move elsewhere.

In a second, Fin was in all fours, darting after him, she leapt right into his path and spun to face him, a growl in her throat. "Now" she insisted, a flare of dominance in her tine that faded just as quickly as it came when she dissolved to pleading again, "Please, Twig.. I need you."