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

It was a quick coupling, but no less pleasurable for the witch. She moaned contently with his thrusts, the feeling strangely satisfying. He exploded within her, but Potema did not reach her limit., only barely grazing it. She whined with slight disappointment as he sagged on top of her, grooming her mussed fur. She turned back and lapped his muzzle as best she could. They were tied now, and they would be for some time. Would they talk? What would they have to say to each other?