[It's exactly what she wants to hear. It's also what she wishes for. If only his breath could tickle the shell of her ear, if only he could press his lips to her skin and not just her hide... But she can't have everything, can she, not here... so she has to take what she can. Like the promise of not needing wait, the look on his face as he starts to press inside of her and the groan that accompanies it, nearly lost in her own fitful moan.
She hadn't been exaggerating. She had been stewing in the discomfort of constant arousal for some time now, like every month during breeding season, and her body welcomes him with slick and heat. Not even just in metaphors, it was literally warmer inside of her than a human woman thanks to her kind's higher base body temperature, viscous arousal displaced by his cock welling up to leave strands of sticky stain connecting them even when he first draws back.]
It's-- It's enough... It's more than enough...
[Her answer is a needy gasp, her fingers at her breast mimicking the curl of his grip on her thigh, the little prick of claws that provides the threat of pain but not (yet) the actual cause. Though she's had her share of temporary lovers... they were almost all human, or at least human-shaped, and though the addition of adroit fingers applied to where her swollen clitoris all but begs for attention allowed her to reach the same level of pleasure they could reach more easily through penetration.... There was no denying that the experience must surely be different. For them, as well.]
Is it... Is it enough for you... ?
[She can't not return the question, just to be sure, just to soothe the desperate need in her to please the people she cared enough for to take into her bed, hay though it was. Without a proper mounting by someone more physically her size, her tail is left free to flick even more animatedly unless it's seized, brushing long, dark hair over his chest as Konoha clenches excitedly around him, wriggling her hips a bit to slide back into his slow thrusts as best she could from her position on her belly.
With the way the rest of him looked, (and she's still looking, unwilling yet to tip her head away from watching him over her bare shoulder), she still almost couldn't imagine that he was doing it, but her body clenches eagerly around him, welcomes every inch, because he was, somehow, filling her not as deep as he could but more than deeply enough that the more instinctive parts of her brain were already sparking with excitement for satisfaction, for that feeling of being well-bred that might dull the rest of this heat.
And along the way... Not many humans ever had the chance to experience her tight.]
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She hadn't been exaggerating. She had been stewing in the discomfort of constant arousal for some time now, like every month during breeding season, and her body welcomes him with slick and heat. Not even just in metaphors, it was literally warmer inside of her than a human woman thanks to her kind's higher base body temperature, viscous arousal displaced by his cock welling up to leave strands of sticky stain connecting them even when he first draws back.]
It's-- It's enough... It's more than enough...
[Her answer is a needy gasp, her fingers at her breast mimicking the curl of his grip on her thigh, the little prick of claws that provides the threat of pain but not (yet) the actual cause. Though she's had her share of temporary lovers... they were almost all human, or at least human-shaped, and though the addition of adroit fingers applied to where her swollen clitoris all but begs for attention allowed her to reach the same level of pleasure they could reach more easily through penetration.... There was no denying that the experience must surely be different. For them, as well.]
Is it... Is it enough for you... ?
[She can't not return the question, just to be sure, just to soothe the desperate need in her to please the people she cared enough for to take into her bed, hay though it was. Without a proper mounting by someone more physically her size, her tail is left free to flick even more animatedly unless it's seized, brushing long, dark hair over his chest as Konoha clenches excitedly around him, wriggling her hips a bit to slide back into his slow thrusts as best she could from her position on her belly.
With the way the rest of him looked, (and she's still looking, unwilling yet to tip her head away from watching him over her bare shoulder), she still almost couldn't imagine that he was doing it, but her body clenches eagerly around him, welcomes every inch, because he was, somehow, filling her not as deep as he could but more than deeply enough that the more instinctive parts of her brain were already sparking with excitement for satisfaction, for that feeling of being well-bred that might dull the rest of this heat.
And along the way... Not many humans ever had the chance to experience her tight.]