He was finally ready. She purred with delight that her workings had been successful. This one had been a challenge, but she was strong. She had worked deep enough inside the strongest minds she'd come across. His was no different. Or at least she told herself. She pushed aside the anomaly she had experienced in the alley way.<br/><br/>His hands clawed at her pants and she let him. No longer would she guide him, nor push him to go further. Now, she was simple putty in his hands. She growled under his touch, back arching, and kept her eyes on his. If he was to become hers, he would have to complete the sealing of their pact himself, with no influence from her. She stayed where she was, seated astride him, waiting to respond to his promptings should he give any. Her eyes bored into his, practically aflame with the burning within her. This was the hardest joining she had ever pushed through. She fought against her nature, her desire, and her need,  keeping it all back because she knew what the result would be.