Slowly, ever so slowly, the inner mind of Ana fought desperately to take back control of her body. The quickening within her loins seemed to only swell even as the heat from his fingertip felt as if it was scorching her, that did not dampen her bodies sudden and overwhelming desires....for him.<br/><br/>His finger then begins to invade her mouth, and even though her brain was indignant and disgusted by the oily musk that filled her mouth, the young human woman could not help a beastial groan that reverberated up her throat. Her tongue raises to lap at his finger, her cheeks depress to create suction upon him.<br/><br/>Her hands begin to busy themselves unbuckling her belts, unsnapping the breeches that she wears, her mind railing and even as his eyes battered her own, even as his mind invaded her mind she struggled against that mentally. Her Mind tried to duel with his, tried to push him out even as her mouth worked so diligently at his finger and her hands were desperately trying to divest her body of its clothing.<br/><br/>His finger in her mouth prevents real talk, but that was just as good as anything else since Ana doubted she could form the words she wished to. Her back arches as he cupped her breasts pressing herself closer to that dangerous hand.