[The landscape between her legs is decidedly different from what he's used to. But he doesn't think of her lower regions as belonging to a horse, an animal — they are part of her body and no stranger than his wings or scales or any of the other amendments to his own body. The slickness under his touch is familiar, beckoning him to sink into her. The language of her entire body begs for his touch, from her hand mimicking his at her breast to the upward thrust of her rear. Her heady musk is an intoxicant. What compels him most sharply, though, is the look in her eyes and the words dripping sweetly from her tongue.
He wants to whisper roughly in her ear, kiss her shoulder. But he'll have to settle for bending himself to press his lips to her rump as he continues caressing her folds.]
Then you need not wait a moment longer.
[His hand leaves to take hold of her thigh, and at once the swollen head of his cock takes its place at her entrance. Nikolai starts to push in as promised, gasping as her soft folds yield to him. After days of having to sate himself without indulging in this most basic, most carnal form of pleasure, the clench of her inner muscle around his shaft is as relieving as it is overwhelming. As he buries himself deeper inside her, his fingers curl at her thighs and his sharp claws prick at her flesh. His breath bobs and sinks down into soft groans. There is so much of himself to fit, and so much of her to fill.
Although logically he knows her body is designed to handle precisely the sort of girth he's been gifted, he's still surprised when he's able to push in all the way to the base. He doesn't keep her waiting. She has already waited for too long, lonely and empty and aching. His hips draw back and roll forward, setting a slow but steady rhythm to start with.]
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He wants to whisper roughly in her ear, kiss her shoulder. But he'll have to settle for bending himself to press his lips to her rump as he continues caressing her folds.]
Then you need not wait a moment longer.
[His hand leaves to take hold of her thigh, and at once the swollen head of his cock takes its place at her entrance. Nikolai starts to push in as promised, gasping as her soft folds yield to him. After days of having to sate himself without indulging in this most basic, most carnal form of pleasure, the clench of her inner muscle around his shaft is as relieving as it is overwhelming. As he buries himself deeper inside her, his fingers curl at her thighs and his sharp claws prick at her flesh. His breath bobs and sinks down into soft groans. There is so much of himself to fit, and so much of her to fill.
Although logically he knows her body is designed to handle precisely the sort of girth he's been gifted, he's still surprised when he's able to push in all the way to the base. He doesn't keep her waiting. She has already waited for too long, lonely and empty and aching. His hips draw back and roll forward, setting a slow but steady rhythm to start with.]
How does it feel? Is my cock enough for you?