[ He wonders how it is that he manages to keep moving his tail as she tilts her head up and kisses him again. A kiss... that's all it took to start this up again, isn't it? Her every movement, her every cry... all of it is so lewd that the idea that the woman before him was ever considered a Saintess—the epitome of purity—feels like a bad joke.
Though perhaps humanity's idea of a Saintess was a bad joke from the get-go... but that's neither here nor there anymore. As she bucks her hips into him, he pushes his tail even harder against her nethers. His tail is utterly soaked with her juices... he imagines that the scent of her arousal will remain on his tail just to drive him crazy even after tonight.
He picks up the pace... and he returns her kiss. She kisses the Mors King and he kisses back... truly, nothing makes sense anymore. They've both lost their minds. ]
...!
[ And if they've already lost their minds, then he may as well make it official. His clawed hand grips her shift, and suddenly the thin cloth is torn off... the weak material ripping oh so easily as he pulls it off and mindlessly discards it. Some of it remains... but what remains is so little it only serves to accentuate her fall from her supposed grace. ]
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Though perhaps humanity's idea of a Saintess was a bad joke from the get-go... but that's neither here nor there anymore. As she bucks her hips into him, he pushes his tail even harder against her nethers. His tail is utterly soaked with her juices... he imagines that the scent of her arousal will remain on his tail just to drive him crazy even after tonight.
He picks up the pace... and he returns her kiss. She kisses the Mors King and he kisses back... truly, nothing makes sense anymore. They've both lost their minds. ]
...!
[ And if they've already lost their minds, then he may as well make it official. His clawed hand grips her shift, and suddenly the thin cloth is torn off... the weak material ripping oh so easily as he pulls it off and mindlessly discards it. Some of it remains... but what remains is so little it only serves to accentuate her fall from her supposed grace. ]