[ She's lost her mind. It's the only explanation. There has to be something dreadfully wrong with her for this to feel so good, for her to want this as much as she does, for her to beg for the Mors King's touch like a rabbit in heat. And if that's how it is, then that's fine. Even if the shame will come later, she'll gladly accept it as her due, the punishment she deserves for indulging like this.
The hands that had been braced against his chest curl in, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, and her voice breaks into a high, keening cry. Her whole body is wound so unbelievably tight, trembling like a bowstring and every punishing stroke just stirs her head up even more. She has the hazy, distant thought that she must be making such a mess of his tail and it hits her low and hard in her belly, pulling a whimper out of her throat. ]
Mm...! Like that, like that- please-
[ Even she isn't sure what she's begging for at this point. Her hips buck, rocking into the thrusts of his tail with no concern for anything but how good it feels - and she gives up on muffling her voice, tilting her face up towards his again and meeting him in another kiss. ]
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The hands that had been braced against his chest curl in, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, and her voice breaks into a high, keening cry. Her whole body is wound so unbelievably tight, trembling like a bowstring and every punishing stroke just stirs her head up even more. She has the hazy, distant thought that she must be making such a mess of his tail and it hits her low and hard in her belly, pulling a whimper out of her throat. ]
Mm...! Like that, like that- please-
[ Even she isn't sure what she's begging for at this point. Her hips buck, rocking into the thrusts of his tail with no concern for anything but how good it feels - and she gives up on muffling her voice, tilting her face up towards his again and meeting him in another kiss. ]