Firefly Glen [m] oh i was sure

His advance was met with a curled lip but little else to indicate that River wanted something other than him. She stood to receive him, bristling with divine warning, even as she tail-waved her scent his way. Intoxicated by hormones, her body simmered, enveloped in an aura of desire.

Eyes of molten silver cooled over him, pouring over his every line and appreciating what she saw.

He was even better up close; maybe her taste in men was evolving.

Allowing his touch, she reached for him in the same way, inhaling his packscent, his virile blood. He was of age and could make a fine offering to her womb.

Can you dance? she coaxed, circling him. He'd passed the first test with flying colors, now all she needed was to see his confidence in himself, even if he lied. Nothing more would need to be said if he proved this.