Juniper nearly gasped in surprise and thrill at Wric’s enthusiasm to her kiss. She hadn’t expected him to be so rough once he mounted against her, but when he did, pressing against her so desperately, intensifying the kiss with his tongue, she knew the only thing to do was to respond in kind. Her tongue lapped at his with as much fervor, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her own hips against his, feeling his bulge rub against her barely covered crotch. Oh gods, she couldn’t believe it was actually happening. She was certain she would have had to jump through more hoops to get to this point. That disgusting blunette did this to him. Made this poor creature so desperate for companionship, for the touch of another. Juniper would provide that for him. She would be there for him whenever and wherever he needed, until the end of time. Her hands grasped his horns, quite roughly herself, pushing further into the kiss only to pull him away, just enough to rasp out between quickened breaths, “Wric. I want you inside me. Please.”