There is no coherent response from Miaren.  She didn't expect assistance, but she didn't expect to have a griffon interested in her as a mate, either.  The feeling of the twinned prongs is alien in the way that it moves, but familiar in intent.<br/><br/>A cry escapes her, despite her own attempt to remain frozen - a futile and self-defeating reaction at best.  She has lost a purity that she had never considered in danger, and yet -<br/><br/>The effects of the ointment are still teasing her nerves.  Her body is craving and yielding to the penetration, even as her mind is fighting against the reality of it.  She struggles to hold onto the fact that this is wrong - she can't afford to lose that.