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She whimpered at the sound of his voice, and the introduction of sweetheat 2.0 - somehow ridiculous and electrifying at the same time. "Pleaseplease," she replied when he spoke next, the words themselves virutally meaningless, but his tone laced with something like a promise.

And, although her body would not cooperate with her own desires, it was pliable enough toward Grimalkin's needs. She straightened her posture incrementally as he pulled at moved against her until, finally, a flutter of discomfort caused her to grimace and shift. A moment later, though, the pain had passed, and Sunspot was was fluid and writhing as the male thrust into her, doing her best to meet every motion with one of her own while "Uhh-uhh-uhhh-uhh-" droned inelegantly and incessantly from her mouth.

Later on, she would look back on this scene with some modicum of embarrassment - but many other things would feature more favorably. The unyeilding hold he had on her, the heady scent of their mixed arousals, the caged feeling of her scruff in his jaws, and the sharp, helpless pleasure of being rutted by a complete stranger.