It was pleasing to see she'd eat without the supervision of his fingers on her hair. She was being incredibly good, taking the food by herself, and the hand that had controlled her instead petted the blanket of hair now laid on her back. To his surprise she was lulled into the moment enough that she at first didn't protest his fingers on the pink folds even his men had seen clearly. She tucked her eyes away for the gentle petting and salivated with her private lips to assure him she was the kind of girl who could be swayed.<br/><br/>He let her shift a little, when she was becoming wiser, fingers still chasing her slick, but when her body decided to retreat fully, the hand in her hair quickly held her face to the meal again. The bowl was slightly askew due to the change of base it stood on. "Go ahead, finish. It'll be good for you to sleep on a full stomach." he said as though she had a choice. Two fingers then pointed out what she would be enduring meanwhile, by sliding into place inside her. She'd already become welcoming, decorated with dew, and he'd taken notes on how she liked to be prodded.<br/><br/>It wasn't such a bad offer, Raud thought. He was giving her a hot meal and even planned to dispel some of her inner discomforts for her. She wasn't one of the tavern whores, who required an unholy amount of friction to feel anything. She was new, in her heart and in her limbs. She'd likely not even explored her human shape all that much, living in the forest so far from any village. In the end, Raud was sure he knew her body better than she. She'd given him enough clues already.<br/><br/>The more she might decide to fight it, the faster he'd stir his fingers, massaging her, sampling her depth. Earlier he could have torn her fur and stronger bones apart, keeping a naked girl in place was not even a minor task for the vast shoulders and the endless arms. How would she feel, eventually having to submit even her pleasure to him? He wanted to see that.