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And yet, I am even slower. ;;__;; Hover for translations, if you dare.
"Viens ici que je te saute, petite coquine, nous faisons des galipettes..." The crude French snarled out of nowhere, and he was too far wrapped up in the moment to even realize that the Inferni woman wouldn't understand his dirty talk. His black eyes were smoldering intensely, matched only by the light in her goldenfire gaze. They were two of a kind, volatile chemicals that needed a reaction.
Her throaty cantillation was rich with such desire, it was barely recognizable as her voice. Had he expected such passion from her, when he first met her near the coast? When that single brilliant eye of hers stared so boldly, where others only shyly glanced? Kaena quietly growled with pleasure as his fingers teased and explored her, and he growled in return as the coyote woman caught his folded ear between her lips, putting pressure on the sensitive ridge. His tail whipped against the cave wall, the thumping echoing into the gloomy depths as she built his need precariously higher.
"...As you wish, ma reine." Her lean leg rose seductively to rub against his own, and then he could hold back no longer. With a satisfied grunt, he let nature take its course, his hips grinding against hers as he found his mark and sank into her fold. Heat washed over him, teeth bared in a ferocious smile as he thrust into her, swift and merciless. He caught her bent leg with his hand, fingers entwining around her ankle before raising it higher, resting her footpaw atop his shoulder. It gave him a better angle for his hard strokes, a deeper way to penetrate to her core.
And that was what he wanted, the one vaguely coherent thought swimming in the sea of lust and gratification that was drowning his mind - he wanted her, to have her, to own her, for this one day, for as long as they were together in solitude, she was his. His breath came quick and ragged, but he could keep this wild pace forever. It was the one act that made him truly come alive.
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