Qeya River devourer

She was surprised at just how much fun it was being chased. She would occasionally give him the false impression that he might catch her, only to move just out of his grasp, always throwing some kind of inviting look over her shoulder at him. 

She felt the attraction, too, but she wouldn't give it up to just anyone. She needed to know they wouldn't crumble under the weight of her strong personality. Every time the dark, powerful male got close, the thought of yielding became more tempting, but she wanted to see how hard he would work to possess her. When the she felt his large paw on her back, she turned and nipped him before dancing away again. His boldness exited her, but she wasn't ready to give in just yet.

After her nip and subsequent escape, she turned back around without warning, running up to nip his shoulder before nudging his chest with her hips in clear invitation, her snowy tail touching his face as she moved away. The power he exuded made her stomach clench in anticipation. She knew she would surrender herself to him soon, but she wouldn't make it easy. She had a feeling the warrior could handle it, though. She wouldn't have let it get this far if she felt otherwise.