WC:370 - For my Valentine 
Often times it was an overlooked part of their nature when it came to more pleasurable acts. The abilities and the luxuries afforded to them in optime often made it the preferred choice for such things. Saluce couldn’t lie about this, if he normally had his choice as to what he would like to do, it would usually be upon two legs. The act itself could be argued to be more pleasurable in that form as well than the basic quadruped stance that he found himself in. Their current act brought forth a light bulb in his mind as to the future of their engagements. One he found his current mind relishing in the idea, finding this to be preferable than the quick one and done that usually peaked quickly and faded just as fast. His whole body seemed to shudder with the way he positioned himself, making it difficult to give in to the temptation of seeking immediate release from the torture of the buildup.
A low growl left his lips in answer to her soft voice lifting to his ears. He often found her beautiful voice to be as much of an inspiration during this than the soft warm, wonderful feelings of her moist welcoming lips. Each caress that entered his ears brought a fire of lust and love all at the same time, like a drug seeking to hear more of her enjoyment sang clearly to his ears. His forepaws strained but the pleasure seemed to dull the aches, his whole form moved which else pulse, running his chest along her back while that well equipped organ caressed her inner recesses. The scents of their mingled joined form slowly drifted their way to his nose, adding fuel to the burning fire that slowly almost achingly began to grow, each slow and purposeful movement helping to elevate and also stifle the ecstasy.
A high pitched sound left his lips, his voice starting to sing along with hers, in a tone he had never used before, the sound of his voice mingling with hers. Each break would bring a swift lick to her neck and nuzzle before he’d move forward and his affections would be broken with muzzle tipping upward exclaiming his joy.
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