"Mmm..." Fiala arched up slightly under his touch, lips parted on a heavy breath as his attention moved down from her chest to her belly, and lower. "I—oh, there, please, that..." Her voice trailed off in another small, purring sort of moan and she squirmed under him, trying to get his mouth where she wanted it.
She slid her hand up to cup the back of his neck, nails catching lightly at his skin as her fingers clenched at the feel of his tusks scraping low along her body. "Please, Brave One, please..."