Iramaat slides to her feet and then carefully bends herself over the bench, fingers splayed out as she presents herself to him. Her little tuft of a deer tail is flipped up, her whole body seeming a bit taut with excitement. She glances back at him as his warm hands slide over her and she sighs in contentment as lips brush the skin at the nape of her neck. Another little shiver runs through her and there's a low groan as she spreads her legs a bit more.

"Now would be excellent..." She breathes, reaching one hand up and back to card fingers into his hair and then grab at one of his horns, tugging to give a bit of emphasis to her words.

"Don't keep me waiting."