War-rabbit, was she? As Sirius joined their bodies, his deep growl reverberated through them both. An instant moan of pleasure ripped from the woman's throat and her spine bowed, pressing up into him. Isa hoped that it would always be like this. Instant fire. Instant passion. Her body, long untouched, ate up the attention that he lavished upon it. All of the attention both vanilla and otherwise.
Teeth closed around her throat and Isa inhaled sharply, her breath being cut off with a small gasping sound. The fae's body vibrated with ecstasy and she struggled against those teeth, though not to escape them, to press her skin harder against them. Isa liked a little bit of slap and tickle and she was a hardy woman so she wouldn't break.
Sirius kept a quick, hard pace just like she'd asked for and Isa was loving it. Little spots began to flood her vision due to lack of oxygen and, just when she thought the darkness would overtake her, Sirius let her loose. A massive gasp filled the air as Isa's lungs expanded, pulling in much needed oxygen. With that oxygen Isa released and almost screaming moan of pleasure. The coil within her tightened and tightened. Sirius had her right where he wanted her.
