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Having been successful in getting her down, he'd kept his body pressed against hers. He wouldn't call her a friend, not really, but he understood enough to know that she was something; nothing romantic or utterly special, per se, but something that could benefit him. She'd been a confusing being, having left him wondering what he'd gotten himself into, but he'd yet to realize the extent of his actions. He knew what he'd done, as well as that her body was clearly that of a man's, but it'd yet to fully dawn on him exactly what that might mean.

Maude's hips had lifted, but he'd held back. Her words took him by surprise, though he'd not shown it. The nip to his muzzle had prevented him from saying anything else, the gesture being one that he'd returned to her cheek. Xan had trailed his muzzle around to the back of her head, but allowed for a second or so to pass before he'd taken her by the scruff. There was a slight yank backwards before he'd grabbed hold of her hips, having repositioned himself in the meantime to be more comfortable. No more than a minute later and he'd buried himself inside of her, his mark having been found far easier than previously.