Fantasy or Reality? (OPEN)

Cheska leaned to tug at his fingers, her voice stern. "Wak! No!" She furrowed her brow at the man-beast. "No. Not right now." She felt like she was talking to a giant child.

Cheska propped her chin in her palms, watching him. "Here, come here." She murmured, gesturing for him to move closer to her.

"I'll help you - show you another way to feel good." She offered, a slight smile claiming her lips. She'd tried this earlier - but she suspected he may be more willing to let her finish, this time.

Cheska tilted her head as he backed away from her. She furrowed her brow for a moment, before she shifted her weight - hmmming softly to herself for a few moments before her hands roamed across her own body.

She wanted to see what he would do. So her legs spread slightly, and her fingers dipped down on that 'fruit' he loved so much - that she was forbidding him from having at that very moment. Her fingers moved against herself, as she watched him quietly. She really got nothing out of this - but she was observing him.

Cheska grinned softly as she continued with her movements - leaning over to reach for Wak - in hopes of pulling him over to her. "Wak likes it?" She inquires, tilting her head back gently. She would brush her fingers against his cheek if the man-beast would let her.

"Is Wak ready for more?" She inquired. She figured, why not see how far the man-beast would go before she tries to find a way to get home - she was, after all, completely naked. She had no other clothes than the ones he had torn.