Natalya had taken an involuntary step back as he approached her, but she didn't struggle when he grabbed her, not that the thought had ever crossed her mind.  Even if she wanted to, she couldn't escape him.  As he pressed himself against her, she arched her back a bit, pushing back against him. The aggressiveness of his tone when he said her name sent a tremor up her spine, and forced a soft sigh out of her mouth.  Even with Alenard's tight grip on her arms, Natalya easily managed to reach behind her and started caressing his thighs, moving her way up to his enlarged member.  She wrapped her hand around it and began moving her hand slowly.  She pulled against his hold slightly, urging him to release her, wordlessly submitting to him.