Angry! ...or is she?

Etna's eyes slowly opened. I'm guessing the first thing she saw was my cock, which was at full mast thanks to her minstrations. As if she was horrified by the possiblities, Etna slowly turned her head to see who the penis in front of her belonged to.

Upon seeing me, she relaxed at first. Then she got pissed. "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Etna shouted, scrambling away from my cock as if it would bite her. "I knew it! I knew you'd try and take advantage of me!" Despite her words, she didn't seem as angry as she should be if she truly believed that. Sure, her fists were clenched, her teeth bared...but her eyes weren't glowing and her tail was moving normally.

Snatching my underwear, I put them on. "I did no such thing," I replied. "I woke up to find you under the covers. Do you often sleep fondle?" I teased. Her eyes widened. "If I had my spear, you'd be DEAD! You can't even own up to your lustful desires?!" she snapped. I scoffed. Look who was talking.

Etna seemed utterly infuritated by my lack of concern. "What are you scoffing at? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just snap your neck?!" I smiled. "Because you don't want to do that," I replied. "What gives you that idea?!"

I pointed to her tail, which had latched onto my hand, giving me a gentle squeeze, like a lover holding their partner's hand. Groaning, Etna grabbed her tail. "Would you get off my tail?!" she snarled. I rolled my eyes. Despite her tugs, Etna couldn't get her tail to let go or even squeeze hard. "Seems like your tail is the only honest part of you," I teased.

Huffing, Etna sat on the bed, crossing her arms. Her tail remained in place. Looks like she wasn't mad at me anymore. Maybe she never was.