Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

Slowly he began moving, letting a few whimpers of delight, lust and satisfaction stray from his mouth. Yes, this felt better than being fucked himself. He felt more powerful like this, atop this strange woman who seemed younger yet more pleased with this whole ordeal. He increased his pace, legs shifting every now and then to make sure he would not fall. That'd be embarrassing. It did not take him long to almost reach his limit, but he was not yet done with her. He slowed down, delaying it for just a few more moments before eventually planting his seed in her.

With a grunt his member swelled at the tip, making it impossible for him to get off of her seeing he was small and stuck. So, instead, he settled his tiny frame relaxed on her back, grooming her fur with a whimper.