Redhawk Caldera [m] i know you feel it, too

Fox did not doubt that this would go on for the entire seven days of her heat. She was bound and determined to get pregnant, and what better way than to spend each and every waking moment entwined with her lovely (and apparently at least somewhat kinky) mate. When he finally took her, Fox let out a gasp, biting her lip and pushing herself toward him. Each and every movement pumped ecstasy into her blood, and even though it was over soon, she couldn't deny that it had been goddamn fun. “That,” she panted, once he was done, “was hot.” Quick, but fiery.

She supported his weight with ease, despite their size difference, and when he began to move against her again, she backed it up (whoop, whoop!). Again, she was reminded of how incredibly different this was compared to their regular shenanigans. Something between a growl and a whine rumbled in her chest as he spoke to her, as if words couldn't possibly explain how she felt in that moment. He rocked against her, and she rocked right back, setting the pace exactly as he had suggested. “Mmmmm,” she breathed, “Peregrine.” The rhythm was perfect, and she was of the mindset that she could do this forever.