Using a combination of Jin’s sight and her hands, Aly reached out to touch Kadyle’s pants gingerly on his thighs. Her hands followed his thighs upward, tracing a path as wide as her palm over the fine fabric that clung to him. Encountering the bulge in his pants where both the vision in her mind and her hands told her it was, she attempted to release him without touching it, but quickly found there was no way of doing so. The fabric was hot from his manhood beneath.<br/><br/>She fumbled with the buttons; Jin’s vision was not so detailed that she could clearly see them from the distance he was being held. Finally, she released enough of them that his pants began to sag down and she was able to pull the remaining fabric away.<br/><br/>Aly gasped as his organ revealed itself, as though it had been straining to come forth all along and she was the one to grant its freedom. Shifting away from him slightly, she listened to his instruction. Stroke him? Stroke<i>that</i>? Yet, hadn’t Kadyle stroked<i>her</i>in such a place? If the reciprocation of such an exercise made him feel as she had, she supposed it was understandable that he would want such a thing.<br/><br/>Beginning to reach for him, she frowned as Vokalt began advancing on her, shoving Jin at her with his snout. “Vokalt, no. What are you doing?” She began pushing the wolf away with her hands, a disorienting experience to see from Jin’s perspective even while trying to fend off the persistent wolf. But Kadyle began slapping her hands away from the wolf, even as the beast moved to press Jin against her breast.<br/><br/>The young woman became panicked, seeing her own skin rise up in the mental image the ferret projected to her. “No!” she shouted, shifting back and away from the wolf on her knees while continuing to flail at him, despite Kadyle’s firm slaps at her hands. Not knowing what the wolf was trying to do, she could feel the anxiety emanating from Jin, and it fueled a panic response. Whatever the wolf was trying to do, she wanted no part of it.<br/><br/>She yelped when Kadyle grabbed her long braid of hair, startling her enough to allow Vokalt to achieve his goal and press the ferret against her breast. Jin, his small nose pressed into her skin, opened his mouth to breathe, causing her pert nipple to fill his mouth. He could not help but suckle it, but was careful not to bite down with his sharp teeth against her tender flesh. Still, she could feel them against the soft flesh of her areola. Aly dared not try to push him away now, lest she cause him to bite down accidentally.<br/><br/>Instead, she tried to push away Kadyle’s firm grip on her hair. She could see very little from Jin’s vision now, only an expanse of her skin, her chin, and part of her own face. But<i>felt</i>him very well as his rough tongue rubbed against her already sensitive nipple. Jin’s voice, echoing in the back of her mind quietly, was a repetition of, “No, no, no, no, no, no…”<br/><br/>“Lord Kadyle, please! Make it stop.” Aly didn’t push away with her hands again, but instead tried to twist her body away.