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Never before had she been touched- even looked at the way Kjalarr was doing now. With him, she felt as if the first time really would be special- for he was really doing a good job at whatever this dance was formally called. But formality was not something that could be linked to this at all. This was straight up lust, and perhaps even more in her head. When he tested her out, she knew their time of teasing around had ended, and she straightened her neck to brace herself for what was to come. With her muzzle pointed to the sea, she felt the Jarl climb her victoriously, his maw wrapping around the somewhat senseless skin of her scruff, and fortunately she was strong and big enough to carry whatever weight he put on her. Now that she felt their bodies, it was almost as if they were made for one another, but that might as well have been in her head. 

His first, impatient thrust missed, but she was not one to complain in the heat of battle. There was a time and a place for messing around, and that was not now. This was serious, adult business. Her body shifted as she was pulled even closer to him, and finally felt what had been missing from her life these four years.

Her moan was smothered by her own lips as silent tears pricked in her eyes - it hurt, but not for as long as she had expected. Before she knew it, she was used to his size. With another moan she signed she was ready for all she had missed.