Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

He squirmed behind her, tugging, and she bit back a squeal. As awkward as they were together and as painful as their early separation felt, Parvati was not ready to be split from him. Their bodies were locked for the time being - an aspect that had never been introduced to her before, but both were virgins and poorly educated virgins at that. Well, not anymore. Parvati wanted to chase that warm, good feeling he built inside of her; but she could feel him trembling, and she was soon weak in the knees herself as the ecstasy of their coupling worked through her system.

He spoke - not with animal grunts and thick swine-like gasps, but actual words. It took a moment for the woman to gather herself and to stop panting, opening her mouth to speak - but she didn't respond quickly. Rather, she angled her body against him and shifted her hips, eager to continue chasing that goodness and heat she had felt - but she murmured, Parvati, almost like a purr.