[ A hot, sharp breath stutters out of her, followed almost at once by a long, satisfied sigh that edges on being a moan. His fingers are completely different from his tail, but the sensation of the smooth hardness and the points of his claws inside her is exciting and a little nervewracking all at the same time. Once again, she feels so painfully aware of how easy it would be for him to hurt her with those claws but the fact that he's taking so much care to work her so gently... it's wonderful. ]

Aah... y-you're the one who's not fair. You made us both wait all this time even though it's this good... you're terrible, Oberon.

[ Of course, it's hard to take her supposed scolding very seriously when her eyes are hazy and dark, her lips parted and damp with kisses - when she's huffing out warm little moans against his lips in time with each thrust of his fingers. It's impossible not to be aware of his claws, the points of them scraping gently over the most sensitive spots in a way that makes her whole body quiver. Her hips rock down against his hand and her breath catches on another moan. She wants to keep her promise, make him feel as good as he's making her, but it's hard to focus when her pulse is thudding so loud and her body is squeezing around his fingers. ]