Moonspear Sundream

When he moved against her, she felt his pelvis bumping against her bony butt. It didn't hurt but it didn't feel good either. Her brow furrowed. Then Floki asked where she had learned it. Before she answered him, she slid forward slightly, letting him know she wanted him to let her go. When he presumably released her, she felt instant relief and swung around to face him, lips pursing apologetically.

"My parents do it all the time. It's called 'making love.' It's also how puppies are made, though only when you're mated adults and stuff. I'd have to be in heat." Wildfire knew a bit about about the birds and the bees but it was apparent there were some big gaps in her knowledge that would have to be filled in with time and experience. "Maybe we should save it for then," she suggested jokingly.

"Sorry," she added after a beat, rolling her shoulders. "Maybe we should just stick to this?" Shoving aside her misgivings about how that whole thing had gone down, she moved forward to plant a chaste kiss on the tip of Floki's snout. Yes, that definitely felt nice, much nicer than the supposed lovemaking.