Moonspear [M] It's all your fault, you called me beautiful

As he mounted, she shifted around until comfortable while his teeth tightly held onto her scruff. He let go for a moment to readjust himself and then he grabbed her again and started to thrust. The first couple were misses, showing his inexperience at the job, but after a while he finally hit the right spot and his thrusting intensified.

He did not remember ever feeling this intense in his life, and he liked it. Soft growls were breathed into the skin along her neck while he thrusted and inhaled her scent, feeling content again, all the earlier unrest washing away.