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Nature told his body what to do, but his hips knew the motion well. He rolled them against her, drawing her back and up against him with his paws. A low rumbling growl of pleasure vibrated up the strong column of his throat, muffled as it left his mouth, his jaw still grasping her scruff. He kept his pace even, considering, better at not wasting his stamina early in the game. He'd learned from his first time, awkward, quick and probably un-enjoyable as it'd been for that woman and he'd gleamed a few things from the stranger recently. This was one field in life Kjalarr was willing to take the time and practice to learn and explore. He tightened his grip upon her hips, drawing her back as he continued on with the rhythm of his hips against her's. The world around him had melted away. There was nothing but her beneath him, the feel of her body curved against him as their hips met in tandem with one another.