Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

he seems to relax beneath the single touch, and she resumes carefully and cautiously, ears swept back still. she is quiet and still yet, even when he begins to preen to edge of her jawline in turn.

she is stilled only for a moment before continueing softly her work, never testing much further than she has. perhaps others would feel pride at having the hell-beast lay suppliant before their ministrations. yet she is forever devoid of the feeling, and in its stead stands quiet commitment to her task. it is nice, too, to be touched; it has grown a foreign feeling.