Qeya River devourer

Drawing her tail across his face had the desired effect, and she could almost feel his need. His intrusion into her most sensitive area had not been expected, though, and had he lingered any longer than he did, she would have whipped around to offer a snarl in response mostly out of surprise. The malguk wasn't used to anyone being so brazen with her; her walls and brashness usually did a good job of keeping most from even considering her in the way this intriguing male apparently did. 

Still, she turned, ready to continue their flirty play, only to find him on the ground on his back. Unable to resist, she trotted over on soft, quiet paws and got down on top of him. At first, she dealt playful bites to both sides of his neck, not letting him bite her back if he was even trying. As his intoxicating scent filed her nostrils over and over, her bites eventually turned into soft nips and nuzzles in the salt and pepper fur that covered his neck and chest. Pilluak, she said into his fur before shooting him a teasing glare. How had he gotten her here?