Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

Her reaction was to wag her tail, and the momentum of the small shake almost toppled him back. The boy gripped her sides more desperately, roughly, to compensate for his staggering steps. In the end she did move her tail out of the way enough for him to press his hips forward; however there came another obstacle. All the anxiety had led to some... performance-related... drawbacks. Mou thought he could account for this too and continued to rub against her, hoping it would be enough to spur him on, reach the conclusion she was so desperate for.

The more he tried, the less confident he felt. She could beg and cry to him all she wished but the moment had fled him - and without further aid he was worried she would grow hostile, or hateful, for his blundering. The warmth of their bodies in close proximity did ease some of his body's worry; he continued, dry humping his soft bits against her, reaching along the arch of her back with his teeth to nibble and preen affectionately. It felt like an act. He loved her so much, but couldn't make love to her — but Maegi did not want his love in this moment, only his body, his seed. He struggled for a bit to concentrate on his lust for her, and only after some effort did he feel his body begin to respond.

And swiftly, inside he plunged.