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[Even with that firm grip, the hands that literally are large enough to hold her thighs slip away when she pulls up into that achingly slow rise. His groan matches hers, delighting and agonizing at the same time.

She can feel his throat work as he swallows, the hiss of air past his fangs at that praise, the throb inside her at the praise. That shuddering purr vibrates through him and his face buries against her.]

I'm glad I want to be good for you DAMN you have no idea how good you feel I just wanna live here with you around me... Please...

[ The plea shudders all the way up her spine and back again, tightening around him as she rocks, her thighs trembling under his hands with the effort of movement. Her hands tremble, too, gripping him firmly but trying not to dig into his skin.

His words-- the purr-- make her laugh, breathless. It's a little embarrassing to hear things like that, but... ]

Y-you're good-- feel good-- too, I-- more...

[ But she can feel the way his cock twitches within her, how he restrains himself, even as she slowly bounces along him. She kisses, distracted, up his jaw and cheeks and face, his head, tugging his head down a little so she can repay his earlier action with her own: she tilts her head to his ear, and bites, tugging. ]

[It's a raw, vulnerable sound when she bites and pulls. He lets her, whole self attuned to her. More, she asked for more, he can do that, he can make her happy.

His hands wrap around her hips again, and this time, he pushes, sudden and full, FILLING her up as if he could part her any further, as he he could get to her heart from there..]

[ it drives the breath right out of her, his sudden thrust-- fills her to the brim and leaves no room but anything but him. It's good, it's great, the grip of his hands means she can relax a little more, let him take his pleasure from her as she pants against him. He surges in, he presses hard and insistent on all those places that tighten that coil of pleasure at once.

She's close-- so close-- maybe he can't get to her heart like that but he's certainly managed something, her rough, trembling voice soft and encouraging and a little strained against his hair and ear. Her hips trying-- with marginal success-- to roll down against him and meet him in the middle. ]

Good-- good, good, keep-- like that, yyyyes please please please--

[The hands nearly keep her entirely in place as he thrusts up as solidly as the teeth keep his head down, folding him around her. It's not fast, oh but it's deep and powerful, each thrust grinding a little against her, rolling his hips with his own need.

His world really isn't much more than the exquisite tension firing off with pleasure edging on pain, the burn of muscles, and the fall of those little words on his ears, brushing his fur.]

[ This rules. This is the best thing ever. Dying right now would actually be PRETTY choice if it had to happen. She shudders, arches under his hands and his thrusts and relishes in the way her focus narrows down to just his body around (in) her. She grips at him, firm, desperate, panting against his head and-- half-a-dozen strokes (or more, she wasn't keeping count) and she's through.

Somehow it's gentler than before, but maybe that's just because by this point all the energy's been drained out of her; she gives a choked whimper into his fur as her body squeezes in tight, hot pulses around him, trembling and limp in his lap. ]

[He actually stops, shivering, now-clawed toes curled and openmouthed panting. He can't kiss her like this, but he wants to. One hand pets down he back, even as the other slips between them, rubbing her clit as she clamps down around him.]

that's it that's it you're so good sooooo so so good...

[ -- ah

Words? Happening? He's saying something, his breath is hot and wet against her skin, and she can't understand a word of it because he's rubbing her clit and oh my god? Oh my god.

She doesn't even have a chance to come down from that because he ramps it right back up again, her eyes squeezing shut and her body going taut, jerking with little electric pulses and she-- curls over, maybe? Definitely bears down against him, firm. Her breath pants shallow and trembling, her jaw tight, and the noises she makes are both sharp with need and desperation. It hurts-- no, feels good? No, hurts? ????? It doesn't really matter when she's coming again, does it? Her teeth meet something-- skin, perhaps-- and bite down with a sobbed little whimper, releasing his hair so she can dig her fingers into his arm with urgency. ]

[It's hard to say what one thing it was, but out of the haze of her ripping around him, squeezing so tightly, the SOUNDS pouring out of her in little hitches ... it's the bite of teeth and nails that pushes him right over.

Val will find herself being pulled with the suddenness of desperation as he remember the ONE AND ONLY THING HE HAD TO KEEP IN MIND FOR THIS, spines dragging all the way down that oversensitive passage. It doesn't take much for his cock to slip between them, pushing against her mound to find his own finish.]

[ She makes a truly pathetic noise in her throat as he does that, high-pitched-- for a brief, unreasonable moment she feels almost horrid without him filling her, like something's been taken. But her faculties slowly, slowly return as she feels him rut against her-- her fingers (and teeth) loosen in his skin and she carefully presses the flat her hand around him as he finishes between them so he has some more friction, eased by the slick still coating him.

She doesn't really bother to move much beyond that, though, heaving for breath and sagging against him; no mind to his grip on her or the new coat of paint all over her front, still just kind of. y'know. rebooting. ]

[Sett just, curls up around her a little more, a tired, soundless laugh as he feels like he's emptied out his balls and maybe like, oh, five years of his life. Worth.

And then just flops backwards, arms spread.]

Thhhhhat... we have GOT to do that again.

[ oof. she lets herself be flopped onto his chest when he moves, looking a bit more like a sweaty blob of flesh than, yknow, a person. It takes her another minute or so to speak, throat a bit raw, her hand shakily and weakly giving his chest a smack. though honestly it might just be a pat it's kind of hard to tell when she's so boneless. ]

... mmmight. Die. That was so much.

[ a pause ]

But I-- wanna... soon.

[Nooo, no smack, his arms go around her again, and pets her hair and ears. He will pull up the energy for that.]

M'glad. [That she liked it, that they'll do it again, that she's laying on him. There's a lot at the moment. He's VERY content.]

[ makes a small noise as he pets her, but oozes atop him, eyes half-lidded. Her tail tries to wag, but kind of gives up halfway. ]

Next time-- condom. So you can... stay in.

[sHIT. How all of that orgasm would have been still in her feeling her come down, warm and soaking and and.

Yeah he's just red and nodding, thanks.]

[ another moment or two just to breathe and come down and let her nerves all stop firing at once, finally, before slooowly and carefully pushing herself up. her arms and legs still tremble, a little, as she straddles him again, looking down at him, considering... ]

... Tight fit, huh...

YEAH it was GREAT, like REALLY right there at -

Oh... ah

You uh? You still doing good?

[ Smiles, a bit, and shifts to sit a bit more comfortably. ]

Mhm. Keep going, though? You were saying?

[He reaches up, cupping the side of her face gently. He still feels warm and wrung out, in that agreeable haze where she should tell him to do anything but move out from under her...]

You fit me so good... I felt like I was out of my mind when you pushed down. [This is a big old happy smile here.]

[ her tail starts wagging IMMEDIATELY, and she leans into his hand, her own coming up to cup his wrist. She goes very, very red, smiling and pleased, and can't really seem to meet his eyes. ]

... Thank you. For-- for all of... this.

I mean, we both had fun?

[Ahhhh she's the best. His thumb brushes along her cheek and he pushes up a little to kiss her.]

[ she doesn't really know how else to make it known how grateful she is? For the-- attention, the care. Being wanted.

She kisses him back, soft and eager, before pulling back a little. ]

It was... really good.

I'm glad... I like making you happy. AND it was great. And .. yeah. Alla that.

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