That reassurance is all she needs, and to have it come in that drawn out, draconic rumble of a tone makes her shudder and moan in relief, tightening up around him in a sudden clamp around his cock. Or no, that... was very likely tied far more directly to the tug on her tail, gentle enough not to hurt but more than enough to feel, to give hints of an illusion that despite the vast differences in their physical size and strengths that he was the one with the power.
That for now, wrapped up in the instinctual urge to find a mate, be mounted and bred, she gladly surrenders. The dock of her tail seized in his grip trembles as she awkwardly levers up her rump to urge him to press him from an angle slightly more reminiscent of having a stallion's weight settled on her back. The ridges of his cock her tongue had traced so affectionately not moments before now rubbed so tantalizingly inside her that she can't help but buck, even from that low position on her belly.]
I will...
[His request is such an easy one to grant, when it plays right into what she wished he could do, what he had done, that lost festival moment when his arms had wrapped around her from behind. She relies on the taut muscles of her core to keep her upper half upright in order to use both hands, not just the one, sliding them up her stomach to cup her breasts in mimicry of how he'd touched her, squeezing until she pulls a series of whimpers and a surge of sweetly-scented milk from herself (or no, he did- ? And if that were the case-)]
Nikolai, how-- How do you know just what I like... ?
[She finds it in her to try and laugh, suddenly struck with just a dash of humor in the incongruous fit of their bodies even in her desperation for pleasure and satisfaction, though the sound is more breathless and more aching moan than giggle as "he" switches to pinching at dusky nipples, tweaking the taut, slick nubs in time with his thrusts to add another layer of pleasure building in her bellies.]
If I knew... What you liked...
[She could do something for him that wasn't simply putting on a show and being able to take his cock. So surely... He would tell her. He'd do that for her.]
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That reassurance is all she needs, and to have it come in that drawn out, draconic rumble of a tone makes her shudder and moan in relief, tightening up around him in a sudden clamp around his cock. Or no, that... was very likely tied far more directly to the tug on her tail, gentle enough not to hurt but more than enough to feel, to give hints of an illusion that despite the vast differences in their physical size and strengths that he was the one with the power.
That for now, wrapped up in the instinctual urge to find a mate, be mounted and bred, she gladly surrenders. The dock of her tail seized in his grip trembles as she awkwardly levers up her rump to urge him to press him from an angle slightly more reminiscent of having a stallion's weight settled on her back. The ridges of his cock her tongue had traced so affectionately not moments before now rubbed so tantalizingly inside her that she can't help but buck, even from that low position on her belly.]
I will...
[His request is such an easy one to grant, when it plays right into what she wished he could do, what he had done, that lost festival moment when his arms had wrapped around her from behind. She relies on the taut muscles of her core to keep her upper half upright in order to use both hands, not just the one, sliding them up her stomach to cup her breasts in mimicry of how he'd touched her, squeezing until she pulls a series of whimpers and a surge of sweetly-scented milk from herself (or no, he did- ? And if that were the case-)]
Nikolai, how-- How do you know just what I like... ?
[She finds it in her to try and laugh, suddenly struck with just a dash of humor in the incongruous fit of their bodies even in her desperation for pleasure and satisfaction, though the sound is more breathless and more aching moan than giggle as "he" switches to pinching at dusky nipples, tweaking the taut, slick nubs in time with his thrusts to add another layer of pleasure building in her bellies.]
If I knew... What you liked...
[She could do something for him that wasn't simply putting on a show and being able to take his cock. So surely... He would tell her. He'd do that for her.]