Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

When he had slid inside, she goes still and small pained noises escape her. He puts his own pleasure on the back burner, waiting for her to adjust to his formidable size. His own form is tense as he wills himself to slowly inch into her. The pace is torturous but soon enough it’s Simmik that moves her hips against him, that’s when he knows she’s ready.

With the insistent movement of her hips a running, masculine moan escapes him once more. The male is unafraid to make such noises and even allows many more to come as he picks up the pace. His hips are gentle yet firm as they slap against her own, setting a fair pace, but after some time his thrusts become more fervent, more persistent. Every so often he stops and grinds in a circular motion that he knew would drive her crazy but continuing a brutal pace.

A good amount of time later he feels the rest of him begin to swell and he goes for deeper, harder thrusts now. Until they’re securely connected together and the heat of her body driving up the wall. He whispers sweet words in her ear, voice husky. He only stays on top of her for a few seconds, slicking her ears with wet kisses and trying to smooth down the wet fur of her scruff.

Eventually he turns his body to the side with another throaty grunt. He will remain inside of her until his knot subsides. Until then he pants at the constant sensation that’s pulsing through him. Giving an experimental pull with a step forward and smiling teasingly over to the female. Really the smile takes too much effort and he’s trying not to moan like a bitch right now. Especially with the tight, suffocating heat pulsating around his member.