[ There. That's the Oberon she knows and likes so much. Not that his flushed, overwhelmed expression hadn't been lovely to see as well, but... something about him grinning like that, all his sharp teeth on display while his fingers feel like they're stroking deeper and deeper into her with each thrust is... it's a little exciting. Her face feels hot enough that it must be crimson all the way to the tips of her ears by now and her voice has dropped into a low, heated moan, the pitch of her voice rising when he picks up the pace and his fingers move more purposefully inside her. She can feel the pads of his fingers, the hard scales and the points of his claws sliding over the most tender parts inside her and her body tightens up in delight.

She really has fallen beyond salvation, hasn't she? The claws that once struck such mortal terror into the Saintess are now buried deep in her and all she feels is an overwhelming, heady rush of pleasure. How unforgivable. ]

It's a... hah... It's a little hard to believe that when you're touching me like this. If this is what being yours is like, you should've stolen me a little sooner.

[ Her fingers trace the ridge of what she's found to be a particularly sensitive scale on the underside of his length, her thumb still teasing over the head as best she can manage. Her hand is moving just as quickly and eagerly as his now, stroking along him in time with his fingers pushing and curling into her. It's... it's not quite the same as what she's sure they're both thinking of, but there's no way they could manage that. Pretending like this, though... it's fine, right? ]