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She can't help but tense slightly as he moves down her body, somehow expecting his gentle touches to turn harsh and demanding any moment. She whines faintly at the nip, relaxing a little when the expected harshness never comes. She's never known a man to be so gentle before; she could get used to this, she thinks. A shiver runs through her as he brushes back up the length of her figure, and she whines again as he grips her scruff, bracing herself for his weight as he lifts himself to mount her.
Mmm, Her agreement comes distracted and a little breathless. A moment later, though, anxiety arcs through her like lightning; she'd forgotten something. Something important. She tenses again at the thought, even as her tail sweeps to one side instinctively to allow him access. Kavik, I — I've never — She falters for a moment, swallowing. Her next words are almost a whisper: Please be gentle.