Bearclaw Valley Now you know, all you need is me

he drew himself from her and she prepared another movement before he was atop of her again.  she could feel his girth against her and could not deny the burn that came to her own nether regions.

their half sexual, half playful nature drew another laugh from the raven.  it seemed as if her companion could not decide what it was he wanted from her, and that was fine as long as she was concerned.

there was not much she could do from this position lest she lead him on; his nose was in her neck and she was effectively pinned down, so she began to rake her tongue against his forelimbs.