[ by the time he was in by the entirety of his shaft, eren had drawn his claws from the lamila’s nape down the delicate arch of her back, then to the hourglass curve of her pelvis, where he grabbed and thrusted his weight harsher, deeper, and where his throat unfurled an uncensored cry to meet her’s, coarse and barked. coating her back with his front, the fox leaned forward and began his rhythm, rolling his hips until he smacked and smacked and smacked against the back of her thighs with each thorough pull and push.
his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]
[There were some squirming adjustments to be made as he hilted himself fully inside her, the presence unfamiliar and thrilling at once. There wasn't too much time for that, though, with the sharp caress of claws stroking down her back, leaving shivery sparks in skin and scales alike. The kitsune's grasp on her hips squeezed tighter--and his own thrust in to meet hers, the start of a sharp, rough-edged rhythm with no other prelude given or required. The bulbous shape of his cock lost its strangeness, now that she had become very, very well acquainted with the girth slipping through her folds and pressing into her walls.
The lamia molded herself up against him when the kitsune lifted her torso up, holding her tightly as he dove into her from another angle, squeezing her breasts as she gasped wordlessly. She threw her head back against his shoulder--and then turned, just slightly, to nip sharply at the side of the kitsune's neck. Her gem burned brightly as it accepted the offered energy with open arms, redirecting its own unshackled, raw desire back in a heightening spiral of crackling Manna. There was little delicacy or finesse in the Synchrony, just the bone-deep roar of an unfettered engine.]
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his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]
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The lamia molded herself up against him when the kitsune lifted her torso up, holding her tightly as he dove into her from another angle, squeezing her breasts as she gasped wordlessly. She threw her head back against his shoulder--and then turned, just slightly, to nip sharply at the side of the kitsune's neck. Her gem burned brightly as it accepted the offered energy with open arms, redirecting its own unshackled, raw desire back in a heightening spiral of crackling Manna. There was little delicacy or finesse in the Synchrony, just the bone-deep roar of an unfettered engine.]