Moonspear inhale the stars, exhale fire [m]

To her, matters escalated just as they'd needed. She'd enjoyed the teasing and the light motions underfoot, paired with his increasing frustration, she could find no complaints -- and instead, desirous joy that spun wild in her bloodstream, invigorated by the moment and all things considered. But when she finally settled, she did with purpose and let this move forward, albeit not without an impish smirk cast over her shoulder.

He wasted no time closing that space between them the second she let it be had, and as reminded by the sudden weight, she steadied her footing accordingly. While nothing tangible had come of their first, it did grant her a greater familiarity here between them. That, and nature's call was far too loud in her ears to have her do anything except meld into his grip finally. She arced her back up towards the curvature of his underbelly and loosed a lusty snarl when his teeth found purchase in her scruff.

Maybe it was something sharpened by teeth on her skin, but now she was a feeling his urgency a bit more keenly in the burn of their contact. She eased into the rhythm, relaxing more with a shuddering breath. The flow of the motions soon overtook her senses, and she went willingly further and further.