Twitching lightly as the confusion as torrents of emotions roiled within her, her own emotions and his now mingling. She was still young, in terms of the elf, and had learned to reign in her own feelings, but his battered at her defenses, causing her body to tense and tighten, her face to crumple away its mask of emotionless thoughts, leaving her emotionally bared for all to see.<br/><br/>If this was not bad enough, but his own lusts ignited within her, and lust not of her making filled her as well, causing a embarrassing moan to bubble forth from her lips. Even as his decended, she flattened her hands against his chest, still trying to press him away, but he might notice that there was no more violent flingings of legs, no more attempts at causing him harm. For even though she knew she could not even really hurt him, she could not bring herself to try. He was her mate.