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Hesitation was a tease within itself. It was the thought, the try for something more only to have it hindered by doubt however fickle, however small. She could feel it in him, perceive it by his actions. Perhaps had it not been for her touch, the nerve might have been lost for the moment, or taken longer to surface to engage what both desired.
But the grace of hardened flesh against the warm, slick recess dismissed again all thought as anticipation was rewarded with a worthwhile prize slipped deeper to its hilt. The tension of fleshed walls was involuntary, a mere reflex to the intrusion of a long since coveted place. Her hackles rose and prickled to points as the whole of her nearly recoiled from the heated flesh. Body and mind incurred a separation as her mind's desires were contested by the lack of preparation of her body. Her muscles were too taut, too stiff to aid in the movement and she whined softly as he began to. Her claws grated against the ground for stability, grasping for any and everything to gain control until body and mind came to an understanding.
Instinct won out against the senseless struggle, and in compliance her muscles relinquished their tension aiding to the rhythmic procession that awakened every nerve. And making her flesh much easier to penetrate.
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