Deepwood Weald She wants revenge

Yay, I'm slow!

Chip let herself melt at his touch, a purring growl emitted from her muzzle. She did not resist him one bit, allowing him to do to her whatever he pleased. Chip was his, though only for the next little while. She pressed her body into him, eager to get things started, yet not so eager for things to be over with. There was something to be said about playing the waiting game.