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Although there was an awkward period of inspection and exploration, Whip was able to catch on surprisingly quick. The first thrust drew a gasp from Kalika's lips, her eyes widening and her muscles tensing and relaxing all at once. Her forelegs gave in and she fell slowly onto her joints, her back at a sensual arch. She peered over her shoulder to look at Whip, though a strange glint has taken to her gaze.

Though he seemed morally decent and wholesome some minutes ago, he had allowed another side of him to show in the form of wild thrusts. A whine was released as she indulged in the moment, though she knew it would be over before long. Once it ended, she would retire back to her sitting stool to watch over the Sea, just as blank and void as before.