There’s a moment after his words dissipate into the electric-charged air in between them, when he slows and her body attempts to tighten about his cock and keep him in her, when that fails and a frustrated whine slips out of her throat, that it isn’t clear yet if she will. She had no problem at all with coaxing and praise, asking for what she wanted (needed), she’d demonstrated that clearly already, but begging?]
Nikolai, please don’t-
[Apparently she didn’t have a single problem with that. The first words tumble out in a gasp as she instinctively tries to draw him back in, attempting to writhe back onto him. But though her back legs splay awkwardly, tail swishes anxiously several times back and forth across his chest, forelegs stretch out uselessly and find nothing to push off of… it isn’t an easy feat for a woman of her shape to move like that once properly down on her belly. It leaves her reliant on him, and if he was denying her-]
Please don’t leave me like this…
[Then she has no problem at all with shamelessly begging for him to relieve her, her voice breaking with whimpers when her fingers pinch, a taut nipple punished in his place until she slips off the pale slick and instead adjusts her hold so that with each desperate pound of her hearts she can rub over it with her thumb, as if that could compare at all to what she’s lost with his hips stilled.]
I need-
[It seemed she still did hesitate a bit with more lewd, more direct phrasing, but for him, asking it of her like that?]
I need your cock… You’re so warm, Nikolai, you’re so much better than those- those fake ones… No matter how much I tried-
[Perhaps he had guessed it already, but she still admits to what she’d been doing before he arrived, what was in the box that she’d so hastily tried to hide away, a wanting moan quivering on her lips before she lets it out and hangs her head, panting a moment to regain her breath before she looks back over her shoulder at him nearly teary with untended desire, part of it an act to return the favor and part of it a bit too real.]
Fill me… Oh, please, Nikolai… as deep as you can…
[Deep enough and full enough to convince her body to stop burning. To give her hearts just enough affection to sustain her more weeks in this place without anyone to wake up to beside.]
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There’s a moment after his words dissipate into the electric-charged air in between them, when he slows and her body attempts to tighten about his cock and keep him in her, when that fails and a frustrated whine slips out of her throat, that it isn’t clear yet if she will. She had no problem at all with coaxing and praise, asking for what she wanted (needed), she’d demonstrated that clearly already, but begging?]
Nikolai, please don’t-
[Apparently she didn’t have a single problem with that. The first words tumble out in a gasp as she instinctively tries to draw him back in, attempting to writhe back onto him. But though her back legs splay awkwardly, tail swishes anxiously several times back and forth across his chest, forelegs stretch out uselessly and find nothing to push off of… it isn’t an easy feat for a woman of her shape to move like that once properly down on her belly. It leaves her reliant on him, and if he was denying her-]
Please don’t leave me like this…
[Then she has no problem at all with shamelessly begging for him to relieve her, her voice breaking with whimpers when her fingers pinch, a taut nipple punished in his place until she slips off the pale slick and instead adjusts her hold so that with each desperate pound of her hearts she can rub over it with her thumb, as if that could compare at all to what she’s lost with his hips stilled.]
I need-
[It seemed she still did hesitate a bit with more lewd, more direct phrasing, but for him, asking it of her like that?]
I need your cock… You’re so warm, Nikolai, you’re so much better than those- those fake ones… No matter how much I tried-
[Perhaps he had guessed it already, but she still admits to what she’d been doing before he arrived, what was in the box that she’d so hastily tried to hide away, a wanting moan quivering on her lips before she lets it out and hangs her head, panting a moment to regain her breath before she looks back over her shoulder at him nearly teary with untended desire, part of it an act to return the favor and part of it a bit too real.]
Fill me… Oh, please, Nikolai… as deep as you can…
[Deep enough and full enough to convince her body to stop burning. To give her hearts just enough affection to sustain her more weeks in this place without anyone to wake up to beside.]