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[There is a split second where Ren considers continuing the fight. Considers the various ways she could snake out of the hold - dislocating a shoulder, one arm-pressing to try and shake him off her, wolfing out and causing an actual problem - but the balance tips when she feels him, warm and solid above her and that famed weak Fianna willpower crumbles to dust. Yeah, she could fight, but this isn't life and death and she doesn't need to go to those extremes.

Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and excitement at the prospect of someone who at the bare minimum was an equal combatant if not significantly better than her. Not just physical might but actual skilful combat. Which had no good right being as much of a turn on as it was.

Ren felt the switch in her body from combat alertness to submissively pliant under him, the tenseness in her muscle softening as she canted her hips up towards Geralt, turning her head as much as she was able to in order to bare her neck to him.] Bite my neck. [There's no elegant way of explaining the very wolflike behaviours that the request had sprung from. But what Ren did know was that she needed that in order to be able to cede to him fully. And after a second she added;] Please.