Neverwinter Forest goldenglow

The touch slows him, and she finds unexpected pleasure in seeing the effect it has on him. She leans into the returned touch, brushing her cheek alongside his muzzle, hardly caring whether anyone stumbles across them for the moment. Her thoughts are oddly scrambled, focus centered on Mal and the strange feelings sparking between them. She's been with others, of course, but never during her heat; it'd never been the right time, or the right place. But now it is, and the intensity of it all is distracting.