[ She clenched around Hayame's fingers, the pulses of her release thudded against Hayame's fingers inside of her, her body taught, her head back, she very nearly didn't feel Hayame's teeth on her neck until she started to descend from the heights Hayame had sent her to. Her entire body was like a strung bow, just about to snap, and with one hand on Hayame's shoulder, her nails gripped into her shoulder in turn, and her hands continued to try and push into her, a little harder, as if she couldn't tell that the Jinba was coming.
She could, of course, the way her rump moved, her tail lashed, the way she sunk her teeth into her, and she wondered if she would have to cauterize the wound when all was said and done — and wasn't that a deeply pleasant thought that left her body heated and thrumming through the last pulses of her orgasm, her eyes closed until she finally felt the last shudder of it leave her, and her hand relaxed, her body feeling sated, though only momentarily.
It's almost shameful, how much she wants to keep riding on her fingers, even now. Her body rocked against Hayame's fingers as she rode the rest of her own orgasm, her fingers still drawing the sensation in and out, her eyes half-opened, she looked at Hayame with a hazy sort of hunger, not quite sated, and she gasped, as the pain finally, finally filtered through the haze of her pleasure, a spike of it that forced her head back, and a curl of her lips spread across her face.
After all, what Praesi could resist such a divine (or damned?) mix of pain and pleasure? ]
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She could, of course, the way her rump moved, her tail lashed, the way she sunk her teeth into her, and she wondered if she would have to cauterize the wound when all was said and done — and wasn't that a deeply pleasant thought that left her body heated and thrumming through the last pulses of her orgasm, her eyes closed until she finally felt the last shudder of it leave her, and her hand relaxed, her body feeling sated, though only momentarily.
It's almost shameful, how much she wants to keep riding on her fingers, even now. Her body rocked against Hayame's fingers as she rode the rest of her own orgasm, her fingers still drawing the sensation in and out, her eyes half-opened, she looked at Hayame with a hazy sort of hunger, not quite sated, and she gasped, as the pain finally, finally filtered through the haze of her pleasure, a spike of it that forced her head back, and a curl of her lips spread across her face.
After all, what Praesi could resist such a divine (or damned?) mix of pain and pleasure? ]