[Back then… had it truly been that long ago? Back then, this is all she’d wanted to do. She’d been so close, too, just a single moment from slipping inside his trousers to finally feel the erection she’d been stroking over the fabric skin to skin. To doing as she lets herself now, sliding as far down as she can go before she’s blocked by the inseam of the pants. The way the air in her lungs stutters, the rising flush on her darker skin… even without them the sudden whip of her tail they would betray her. Beneath that tree, just off the beaten path of the festival revelry… he’d seemed quite gifted for a human man. Maybe even enough, she’d thought, that she wouldn’t need beg so hard for him to stimulate her with his hands in the midst of things in order to keep up with the pace of pleasure.

But now…

A wanting whimper slides off her tongue after the next kiss, an arch presses her breast into his palm, but what really makes her squirm is the words that spill from his mouth. She should have expected, perhaps, that despite how polite and well-spoken he was in public a sea captain would be equally well-versed in such lewd talk, but oh… oh she wants that, the image it conjures up. The toy she’d resorted to in attempt to quell her urges before his arrival had filled her, sure, but it wasn’t warm, wasn’t an actual man, wasn't able to leave her feeling full, wasn’t capable of saying such rousing things-]

Saying things like that…

[It might sound like it was supposed to be chastisement, but the look on Konoha’s face isn’t displeased at all, craning to fix him with a desire-hazy look as workworn fingers stroke over his cock, gentle (yet) despite their toughness. In fact, perhaps the synchrony building between them might give her away… but it was beyond rousing to her, to hear such things. … Things the like of which her husband would never say. Perhaps… because he wouldn’t. No, what she received from the man she’d given her hearts to was desperate growls of her name, whispered, delirious praise, deep rumbles of desire, her favorite three words to hear in the entire world, but this-

It makes it easier for her to remember who she’s with. Who has offered and deserved her attention now in this place where her bed was so often cold and her hearts so often lonely in days she didn’t like to admit. Reluctantly (with the tiniest hint of a soft squeeze to the testicles she’s found stuffed into his clothing) she pulls her hand from his trousers just long enough to haul herself back up to all four hooves, back legs mincing anxiously in their gait on account of the swelling arousal that made even simple friction almost maddening, nearly flicking him in the face with the tip of her rising tail as she turns her back to him in order to move towards the hay. If it were just her tail she could have played it cool… but after sitting, the wet smear on the fabric of the draped “skirt” she wears has grown, the hint of a glistening trail stains the bay coat of a back leg.

Leading by example, she lays herself down on her belly in the hay and blankets, back legs stretched out to the side and forelegs curled half-shyly to her lower chest in contrast to her shameless tail as she holds out her arms to him… or rather, just her hands. It isn’t an offer for an embrace or an attempt to drag him down into the hay with her just yet. From this position, their heights…]

We can’t have your… I won’t let you get stuck…

[Its harder for Konoha to say those filthy things, but she wants to try and meet him. She fails this time, but she wants to try, she does, cheeks ruddy and sharp canine nibbling on her lip as she curls her fingers in the air, beckoning again for his hips.]

But you have to tell me… how to get them off…

[She’s… we’ll she assumed she can do it on her own, honestly, somehow, but… she invites him to say more anyway in the hopes he might use even more of those scandalous phrases.

And the fact that she only just now had realized she’s never actually removed a human man’s strange fitted pants before???]