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She didn't want to hurt him with her claws, just let him know that she was there. Everything was a little overwhelming, but in a good way--if all of their other times were like this one, she could definitely learn to like it. The first time had been a little different. Maybe each time they could try something new, something to keep it interesting....but still within the boundaries of what Conri could physically do.
Naniko clutched onto him tighter, eyes widening as the tempo and strength of their lovemaking caught up with her. She was reaching that peak, climbing higher, higher, higher....until her vision went dark, pleasure spiraling through her in waves. She couldn't control her body, her hips arching up toward his, breathing erratic.
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