[As embarrassing as it had been to say aloud… Konoha hadn’t been lying. The part of her brain ruled by instinct during the depths of her breeding cycle, the part she resisted if necessary but gladly gave into if around a partner she desired or at least trusted… She did want to see. She wanted to touch. She wanted to smell. She wanted to make sure he could grant her something similar to what her husband could, a stallion could, and when he turns around…
Ah.
It’s both bizarre and arousing all at once, in a way that makes her lips part in a silent gasp, her gaze undeniably fixated. With that size, but still no doubt not a jinba’s cock it was confusing to her senses, and yet… the low gravel in his voice and what he presents to her makes her shudder with desire, the ache in her nethers fairly throbbing with anticipation as she instinctively leans into the affectionate cradle of his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm and a little nip to his fingers. Words, words-]
I think… this will do…
[High praise, perhaps, from a woman used to being mounted by a man nearly twice her size and weight. Her voice is half distant, soft and almost hypnotized as she turns, then, from his palm to his member. It’s so close, brushing against her cheek with such a tantalizing scent, so how can she not press the next kiss there to the head of his cock, slow and worshipful as her eyes momentarily drift shut, as her tongue slides over heated flesh.
Another instinct, to open her mouth, but doing so reveals the sharp canines within that don’t seem to belong to either human or equine parts, and she remembers (thankfully for Nikolai) at the last moment that no, he smells mostly human still but she can only safely perform that sort of service on actual humans, with smaller sizes, and like this…]
Get comfortable…
[Whether for him that would be standing or sitting she isn’t sure, but Konoha doesn’t make it easy to pull away from her even with that prompting, fingers rising to almost prop his cock up with the very tips and hold him for her to press kisses down, little laps of tongue as if sampling what she’s being offered. But she could offer something else, something she knew from before he must like… and her other hand is moving to untie the pelt wrap she wears, loosen her robe to reveal glimpses of dark-skinned cleavage.
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Ah.
It’s both bizarre and arousing all at once, in a way that makes her lips part in a silent gasp, her gaze undeniably fixated. With that size, but still no doubt not a jinba’s cock it was confusing to her senses, and yet… the low gravel in his voice and what he presents to her makes her shudder with desire, the ache in her nethers fairly throbbing with anticipation as she instinctively leans into the affectionate cradle of his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm and a little nip to his fingers. Words, words-]
I think… this will do…
[High praise, perhaps, from a woman used to being mounted by a man nearly twice her size and weight. Her voice is half distant, soft and almost hypnotized as she turns, then, from his palm to his member. It’s so close, brushing against her cheek with such a tantalizing scent, so how can she not press the next kiss there to the head of his cock, slow and worshipful as her eyes momentarily drift shut, as her tongue slides over heated flesh.
Another instinct, to open her mouth, but doing so reveals the sharp canines within that don’t seem to belong to either human or equine parts, and she remembers (thankfully for Nikolai) at the last moment that no, he smells mostly human still but she can only safely perform that sort of service on actual humans, with smaller sizes, and like this…]
Get comfortable…
[Whether for him that would be standing or sitting she isn’t sure, but Konoha doesn’t make it easy to pull away from her even with that prompting, fingers rising to almost prop his cock up with the very tips and hold him for her to press kisses down, little laps of tongue as if sampling what she’s being offered. But she could offer something else, something she knew from before he must like… and her other hand is moving to untie the pelt wrap she wears, loosen her robe to reveal glimpses of dark-skinned cleavage.
All the better to welcome him, to,]
And let me help… see how big you really are…
[Or rather… could get.]