artibeus

He paused in his crawl as Tonravik's tongue swooped down to his face. He liked this attention, the touch, and leaned into it. When it stopped, he continued along and found that indeed, her body was a cage in which he was trapped. His narrower snout bumped into her leg. His front paws continued to pull him forward, but he succeeded only in squashing his nose against her further. He sighed, and then scooted along her leg, drawn toward the radiant heat of her lower abdomen. When he bumped into the softer flesh of her belly there, he nuzzled in and fell asleep.