Bitterroot Valley I'm taking back the crown

The raven does not lean away from her touch, she does not reject the sprite and so Raiden continued in her advances. She trailed her nose down the length of Kelina's spine, gently preening her guard furs along the way until she reached the other girl's hip. There, she paused, suddenly unsure because if the yearling was being honest with herself, she was in the same position as the raven. Raiden had absolutely no idea what to do next. She knew what she wanted, but she had no idea how to get it.

"Hey," Raiden was back, pressing a soft kiss on the base of Kelina's throat, should she allow her, her own posture decidedly submissive. "Do you know what to do?" the question was asked unabashedly, simply because she was past being embarrassed and shy. In other words, she meant: take fucking control, babe. I'm not a dom. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it even if it was messy and utterly experimental. How to get it, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. How on earth was she supposed to get what she needed?