Though she was significantly smaller than him, care and tenderness wasn't necessary. She wouldn't break beneath his weight and attention. In fact, she rather liked being pinned beneath him, knowing that he could do whatever he pleased to her. And she would let him, too.
When they were one, Isa sang out softly, arching up to bring her maw crashing against his. The woman's tongue slid over his as their bodies moved in tandem. The heat within Isa continued to rise, the coil in her core ready to be sprung. When it finally let loose, she cried out against the brutes lips, claws and paws pulling through the thicker fur around his neck.
It was as though bolts of lightning coursed through her body and a deep seated ache had been washed away. The release was something that she needed and she knew that it was something that Sirius needed as well.
