Big Salmon Lake [m] My Hearts In Pieces

Harley had to admit, this was turning out more fun than he'd imagined, and it definatley seemed more affectionate, more passion driven than lust, than the way she and Charon had interacted. 
She growled at him, a playful, light sound, and moved her tail for him. The pale woman wiggled her hips again, and the hybrid planted a few firm licks before moving forward. At first, he was hesitant. He was much bigger than she, stronger, but eventually the hormones were too much to deny. Reaching forward with one paw to hook it around her hip, Harley rose to his hind legs and used the other forepaw to grasp her other side. For a moment, there was no other movement, and he steadied himself before starting to thrust his hips, slowly. It took another few moments, a few long, antagonizing moments in which Harley quickly gew frustrated, and quite a little bit of moving around and positioning, but eventually he hit his mark and stopped with a soft gasp where he was. That felt GOOD. This was the Quinzel's first time, of course, and though he had no idea what to do this seemed easy enough. Soon, he was rocking gently against her with shaking restraint, and took a few gentle snaps at her scruff before holding on for leverage. It was still a little awkward, but he was building rhythm and experience all at once.