Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

The little coyote was very seductive. If he were older and maybe not insane, he would've been all over her by now. But he was still young, and definitely crazy. He purrs sounded sweet, he felt again the tingles through his body as she licked his chest. His fur fluffed out as he started to feel slightly defensive. He'd never shown real affection before to anyone but his mom. Now that she was dead, he had assumed he'd never show affection again. But his body betrayed him, and he leaned down to lick her forehead.

Suddenly he was barely himself anymore. He rolled over exposing his stomach, feeling very vulnerable. But for some reason his body wouldn't let him sit back up. It wanted him to lay down and let her kiss him sweetly. His mind fought back but he couldn't move. What is happening to me? I can't actually like her? I don't like anyone!