Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

He moved in the wrong direction, causing Towhee's ears to sweep backward in confusion. She didn't see his lips move, nor catch the single word he spoke, though she could ready his body language loud and clear. He didn't want this. He didn't want this? Towhee snorted, as if that thought was the absurdest thing that had ever crossed her mind. No one could overpower the powerful compulsions of hormones or deny the spike in libido. It was unnatural and, besides, why would anyone want to do that anyway?

"Do you," she repeated, pinching together enough brain cells to articulate a little more clearly (though her voice would always be a slur), "want to fuck?" If he continued to resist her, no matter how inexplicably, she would turn and go find a more willing dick elsewhere.