[ She laughs as he falls back, eyes bright, delighted, hungry for that reaction. He's blushing, and insulting her-- so he likes it? She shifts just slightly to settle against one of his thighs so she can better finger-fuck him; his body's squirming but his tail is keeping her close, and she uses her injured hand to place a warm palm against his lower belly. ]

You like it. [ It's a statement, not a question, and she feels a little dizzy with the feeling of power over him that grinding her palm against his vent gives her. She isn't particularly skilled, but she is persistent, tracking his reactions with her eyes and thrusting her fingers accordingly.

She leans over him, her tail lashing; predatory, focused, aroused. ]

Is this motivation enough? Will you ask for more?