Instead I reach out, extend my claws to slice through the offending branches, and then gently remove the barbed ends.
She puffs out a breath. "Tell me you'll cut the damn hair and not just the branches."
I lightly snap my teeth just at the thought of doing such a thing, then go back to removing stickers.
Once I have them all removed from the fabric I rub all over the globes of her rear to comfort her with one hand while my other extends to do the same to the branches holding onto her hair.
The movement makes me less aware of where my other hand is and it strays to the heat of her core, which was made more readily available by her kneeling position.
My hand freezes when I feel moisture.
Is she bleeding from her battle with the plant? It seems like the wrong location.
"Are you wet? Is that normal for a human?"
She yelps again, when I make another pass to assess if she might be bleeding from the brambles. It occurs to me that it's not a sound of pain.
"Uh . . . yes . . ."
Then she suddenly growls at me, the sound of it making me twitch under my sheath.
"I'm wet all the fucking time right now, Thivoll. All. Of. The. Time. My body is no longer my own. No, that isn't exactly normal."
She says it all quietly, but vehemently.
"But, yes, it's apparently exactly what happens if a human woman is abducted, jacked up to be perma-aroused, and then isn't having any freaking sex."
From her tone I would expect her to be baring her teeth at me and for me to be scared she might extend her claws and take a swipe, but my cock is pushing against its confines.
Then my mind catches up to the fact that human women of course don't have claws . . . and provide lubrication.
I'm struck dumb by the possibilities as she scrambles past me.
I follow her out, then shake my mane to help center my errant thoughts. I panic when I see she is trying to break off a section of her hair and surge forward so I can wrap her with one of my arms, the other three limbs providing stability as she tries to push me off.
"Dammit, Thivoll. I am really pissed off right now. Just let me fucking breaking it off," she growls at me, her voice still low so we don't attract attention.
I hold her tight to me, then shift my back legs under me so I can start rubbing and patting her rear again.
"I love your mane. Maybe there's another option besides destroying it?"
She wriggles in my arms, silent and enraged, but I don't let her go. "We also cannot leave a large amount of your fur or it might attract someone to your Silver."
She goes limp. "Fine."
There are a few moments of stony silence.
I purr to help ease her, continually rubbing her rear.
I move the arm that had been caging her up to the base of her hair and massage her neck. All the while I'm throbbing and wishing this was a very different sort of struggle.
One without her clothing and me no longer having to keep myself contained.
She lets out a long breath. "I have an idea. Could you let me go now?"
I put a growl in with my purr. "There is no mane destruction as part of this plan?"
"No,Superkitty."
