[ Val makes a face at him-- an attempt at a scowl, disrupted entirely by the redness of her cheeks and she way she arches beneath him. But-- he's at least touching her, which is leagues better than not touching her, and she relaxes back against the blankets with a soft sigh.

She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.

... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]

Stop-- looking at me like that... come on.