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Finally, he heeded her desires. Alya watched him, bemused, as he made his way up her body. She was wary of any sudden movements (something that showed in the restless twitch of her tail and watchful quivering of her whiskers), but was certain she could win any fight the man started, and thus allowed him to explore her as he pleased.

A tiny hum of pleasure escaped her as he nudged the bulb of her ear. She allowed her lids to flutter shut for a moment, but her dagger-like gaze was on him once more as soon as his nose began to travel once more. Experimentally, she tipped back her head to allow him better access to his throat. It felt - dangerous, evocative. She didn't like it, and pushed his face back with a catlike paw, reaching a low grizzle of warning escaping her as she lunged with exaggerated slowness. Stop that, said her teeth, seeking gentle purchase on his muzzle and chin.

Hopefully, this would not scare him further from her clutches.