Blackfoot Forest though she be but little, she is fierce

His eyebrows raise, and he parts for a moment to view her. It seems she's no longer messing around-- her longing growl of frustration catches the man off gaurd. He stares the woman up and down for a few heartbeats before he beams at her. "If that is what you want," he says, and once again closes the gap. He does not bother to ask her if this is her first time, for he is too caught up in his own lust to think of that. Instead he nibbles at the fur along her thin neck, soon beginning to move towards her end, his own excitement slowly beginning to peak. She could finally be his-- all his pining had finally done some good, it seemed. 

He nudges just below her hind leg before pausing to look at his clay-colored queen. "Is this what you want?" he asks, not keen on doing anything without asking for proper consent.