Sunbeam Lair Take [m]e out, make me think about it

Jolon did not see his actions as wrong. This was pure nature. It was his instinct-her instinct- that drove them together. If nature wanted them to mate, he would obey like Noctura obeyed the stars. They needed this, young souls were good for the tribe, and what better candidate was there beside him? They knew each other the longest, beside Noctura, and he did feel some sort of connection between them. Perhaps, if the scent was not clouding his mind, he would've let her be, but she was irresistible now with her new parfum.

As she finally stopped, he didn't, instead joining at her side, his face at her haunches. He was wise enough not to touch just yet, waiting until she was done ranting. He wasn't listening, not really, all he could think of was taking her right here right now. He made a goofy smirk, curling his neck around so he was able to lick her back. He nibbled softly, knowing she could very well start fleeing again- but he knew nature was stronger than own will. Perhaps not even Asterr could resist this- could resist fate itself.