Haunted Wood Catatonic

He had done very well on his own. She was proud of him and knew he was worthy of her.
He'd succeeded where Rokig had failed.

Then, in a swift movement, he pressed down on top of her.
She didn't retaliate; she loved it. Her tail instinctively swept to the side, wanting to feel him right there. His words only sealed the effect on her, the deep baritones made her want to whimper, but he'd likely take it as fear. Not desire.

His words left her hanging.
And for once, she shut the fuck up.
She kept where she was, only slightly pressing her hips upwards in vague hope. Not to push him off. A question: Do you want me too?