Sleeping Dragon Jade

Not once did Dio come off as rough or overbearing, though if asked Portia would hardly deny she liked anything rough-- although it had to be just the right amount. Regardless, he was playful and gentle but had just enough brute force to make it worth her while. Portia was stubborn and mischievous, and was quite offended by others letting her win. She had no problems losing, but she was a lady, and ladies could lose or win just fine on their own.

She got the best of him for a moment, a few of her nips landing squarely on his chest. He arched as not to avoid them, but as if to cause her to avoid something-- and she noticed it. The freckled Skayona was too polite to ask why right then and there, but nosey enough to make a mental note of it. Perhaps he was just letting her get a few hits on him, even for a moment, and she'd easily take that for an answer-- but it was worth noting.

When Dio finally struck back, he aimed for her face, causing a quick, feminine wiggle in the woman before his attack hit. It almost took her by surprise-- even after all this Dio somehow hadn't seemed so personable to her-- but the closeness didn't appear to give him any sort of problems. In her shock-- even though it was momentary-- she'd stopped pressing back, making it even easier for the man to push her to the ground, her muzzle moving away as his nipped at it. Her only possibly attack were from her feet, her face preoccupied by the lick-nips. She pushed against his chest and stomach with all her might, though they were short and would probably do little. A few breathy laughs escaped her, her muzzle still moving to avoid him, but still pressed to the ground.