Haunted Wood Girls in heels

He accepted her apology. She didn't stop though, for he wanted to touch her. She would have drawn away after he'd accepted with a nod or a few words of reminding. But he pressed his muzzle into hers, and she wouldn't miss her chance to piss off Serem. If it even would.

"Head injuries are known to cause madness." It was her defense, and she'd thought about it on her days off. She knew of others who'd fallen from mountains and returned wish head wounds, acting in an insane manner. Trying to kill all who opposed them.
Their injuries were permanent. And were put down.
She was surprised she wasn't.

He closed in, pressing against her. She dropped low, rolling to her back to show total submission. It was what he wanted, it seemed. And his words came like hot lave, burning at her fear of death.
"I know..." Her voice was quiet. She felt so exposed. What if someone else took their chance on her and ripped into her soft flesh...They were alone.
Vanity swallowed, feeling uncomfortable and hoping -- praying -- he'd either leave or ask her to do something. Just so she could get up not before he was satisfied.