[The sounds of her pleasure may be muffled, but they crash and hum against Akua's honey dark flesh and where her canines have punctured it, the iron taste of crimson blood staining her teeth and blossoming on her tongue. Not enough to scar, not enough to endanger, but enough to notice, enough to hurt. Hayame's jaw spasms and tightens her bite as Akua's magic-formed sensation of fill and pressure keeps thrusting, keeps her orgasm spiraling higher, tighter, longer, her cries reduced to whines and whimpers on the edge of overstimulation-
Until it all comes crashing down when Akua's fingers at least slow, just enough for her to start crashing half-down. Belatedly, as if she has just realized what she's done, Hayame's jaw suddenly releases and frees the other woman's throat, panting wildly over the damaged skin as she struggles for sense and for words, her forelegs trembling in attempt to keep herself balanced in her strange arch between a Praesi's legs, her own hindquarters grinding up into nothing seemingly but air, the back of her dun thighs damp and her tail flagging up obscenely high. It was still so full, so good, but no, she had to-
She had to focus, there was something... Something important-]
Akua, I'm sorry...
[Right, she had to. She had to apologize, she hadn't-]
I didn't mean to-... to bite you-
[Surely it wasn't welcome, could have even ruined the pleasure she'd been so intent on providing? She can still feel Akua clenching on her fingers, though she manages to pull the digits free with a slick sound, pressing her hand over the other woman's mound to provide a bit of pressure, half an attempt at modesty, rubbing just a bit with the heel of her palm to try and soothe the remaining sparks, try and be sorry for losing control.
Try to focus, so she doesn't lose control and try to coax that phantom sensation further inside her again. There was something else. Something...]
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Until it all comes crashing down when Akua's fingers at least slow, just enough for her to start crashing half-down. Belatedly, as if she has just realized what she's done, Hayame's jaw suddenly releases and frees the other woman's throat, panting wildly over the damaged skin as she struggles for sense and for words, her forelegs trembling in attempt to keep herself balanced in her strange arch between a Praesi's legs, her own hindquarters grinding up into nothing seemingly but air, the back of her dun thighs damp and her tail flagging up obscenely high. It was still so full, so good, but no, she had to-
She had to focus, there was something... Something important-]
Akua, I'm sorry...
[Right, she had to. She had to apologize, she hadn't-]
I didn't mean to-... to bite you-
[Surely it wasn't welcome, could have even ruined the pleasure she'd been so intent on providing? She can still feel Akua clenching on her fingers, though she manages to pull the digits free with a slick sound, pressing her hand over the other woman's mound to provide a bit of pressure, half an attempt at modesty, rubbing just a bit with the heel of her palm to try and soothe the remaining sparks, try and be sorry for losing control.
Try to focus, so she doesn't lose control and try to coax that phantom sensation further inside her again. There was something else. Something...]