Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

The coyote was surprised when he ran his tongue over her forehead. She leaned up to lick under his chin. Lyda got worried when he fluffed out his fur, but chose to ignore it, and she continued to lick his chest. He quickly pulled away, and before she could look up at him, he was on the ground. She let her tail wag gently as she stood over him. She lowered her muzzle to his chest, giving it licks, followed by soft nips. She moved her affections to now to his neck. She purred, and moved up to lick his cheek and muzzle. The girl was giving foreign affection to someone who she ended up liking. She continued her licking, but moved it back down to his chest. She looked up at him for a second, worried she was going to be punished.  

Affection wasn't something that came naturally, but what she was doing felt right. He seemed paralyzed under her touch, and she liked having a bit of power for once. Her kisses moved down his chest, closer to the side of where his hips was. After a bit, she stopped, and moved forward. The coyote threw her legs over him, allowing her to now stand over him. She continued her licks and nips on his chest and neck. She reached out her tail, and twining it with his. The girl moved her licks back up to his cheek, and now she stretched forward to lick his ear. She purred in his ear, before moving back to his neck. Her actions would hopefully please him greatly, and gain some trust out of him. 

Lyda wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She needed to stop, because she wasn't letting a male take control. Her pelt would erupt in flames each time she got closer to his face. She stopped for a moment, and moved her muzzle into his neck fur, breathing in his scent. She rested her head only for a moment, before gently laying her body down on his. She didn't press all of her weight on him, but she was already skinny, so she didn't weigh much. The girl continued her ways, licking and nipping at his neck.