Silverstream continued her slow approach toward Gallus, the two locked on each other, with her face loving yet alluring and his adoring yet petrified, until her midsection aligned with his head. She then leaned her weight to her right and into Gallus. At first the side of her belly merely glided over his right cheek, which was already enough to frazzle him, but she then started easing more of her onto his body as it brushed further down his head to his neck, abdomen, waist, until she was pressing against the whole right side of his body. “S-Silverstream!”, he exclaimed in an almost whispered yell as she moved across and pressed onto him. The cloud-like softness, the gentle stroke of her feathers, the therapeutic warmth, all were a massage of his senses. Where his face had just embodied apprehension mixed with intrigue, Gallus felt it lightening, the pit in his chest filling with fervor, his eyes soothing, a refreshing exhale escaping his lips as he felt the embrace of what he so desperately craved in secret. The tension he had just been wrestling with was now at last starting to lessen, or at least be diluted by the rush of more positive sensations overwhelming him. He now almost found himself wondering why he protested her advances to begin with.

“Mmmmm…”, he heard Silverstream give a soft moan as she brushed and pressed against him, followed by an amused giggle. Gallus could feel and hear that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was. She reveled in feeling the puny griffon nuzzled against her gut, even leaning slightly back into it like a sideways mattress, not only for the sensation itself but also the realization that Gallus was actually delighted by the act, just as she had suspected. Wanting to test her theory a bit further, when she had stopped with her whole side covering his, she gave her belly a little shake, smothering him deeper and around each inch of his body that it could reach. The euphoric feeling evoked further giggles from her, and Gallus even surprisingly gave a little chuckle as it enveloped him, the cracks in his shell of denial widening.

“Hmmm, looks like you have more of a thing for this than you let on, Gal, hehe…”, she teased. “Wha? I-… uuuhhh…”, he stammered in response to her comment. She just laughed more at his awkward apprehensiveness. She decided she had tortured him long enough and slowly broke contact with him. As she eased off, he, seemingly out of impulse, had his lean follow her until they fully separated, upon which Gallus quickly came to and caught himself as he nearly stumbled to his right, then briskly giving his head a shake, recomposing himself. To put it simply, Silverstream had to keep her own enthusiasm from making her coo at how adorable she found his stumble. He then tried in vain to reassert his nonchalant stance and blow off his supposed moment of weakness. “I, uuuhhh… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”, he grumbled, his cheeks reacquiring their deep red hue. “Hehe, sure you don’t, tough guy~”, she lovingly mocked, finding no end to his swaggering attitude.