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

From here on, she's just as inexperienced. She can pass no earnest judgements towards a few misses when she's far more concerned with the anticipation of what's to follow anyway. Even if it is not something she knows of herself, she is curiously yearning for more with his breath hot on her neck.

All of which falls away to forgotten as soon as two meld to one finally in this encompassing and mysterious aspect of life. Naturally she tenses against him in the beginning and snarls promptly. It's unfamiliar and intensely personal on this new level she'd never come close to before, so it takes her a few beats out of the rhythm to catch on. Yet as she often is, she's inspired by his intensity and swayed by his motions. Soon enough, she's settled to panting growls, all while engrossed in the tempest of sensations as she leans into his grip.