Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

She released him and she did so with a gasp, mirroring his movements as her tongue swiped over her lips and nose. She sat back on her haunches, hoping that the seed would stay there, remain. His body pressed against hers, and she trailed her nose through the platinum fur. She did not ask his name, nor gave it to him, but returned his gutteral farewell with her own, Geros ilas, kostagon sagon kepa hen ñuha riña, She lingered there for a moment, until she felt ready to move on to her next conquest.