[The feel of her clenching around his fingers makes him bite back a groan, even as he shifts so he's back to hovering over her. He looks down at her, watching the way the mud smudges in her hair (a part of him relaxes visibly), and the feel of her sex around his fingers makes it just seem that much more brilliant. He delved in deeper, pads brushing along her inner walls as she sought out his own.
There's a desire to utterly wreck her, to make her call out his name and make her rut against him like a bitch. He can't tell if it's part of the desires they used to stir up in the animal kingdom, or if it's himself or the fearling. What he does know is that it's making him hard in his pants and when she shoves her hand into his slacks, a guttural groan leaving him. His hips thrust against her hand in time with a thrust of his own into her, letting her feel him easily. He's thicker than he is long, a trait of his people, and it's hot and heavy under her fingers.]
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There's a desire to utterly wreck her, to make her call out his name and make her rut against him like a bitch. He can't tell if it's part of the desires they used to stir up in the animal kingdom, or if it's himself or the fearling. What he does know is that it's making him hard in his pants and when she shoves her hand into his slacks, a guttural groan leaving him. His hips thrust against her hand in time with a thrust of his own into her, letting her feel him easily. He's thicker than he is long, a trait of his people, and it's hot and heavy under her fingers.]
Tík.