Lost little lamb

She moaned loudly, then gasped, her legs pushed then shuddered, relaxed then flexed. Then suddenly the purest pleasure erupted through her being, making her whole body tremble and her voice nearly howl, roaching her back and pressing into the furs as she braced herself in the climax. Throbbing and writhing it continued as he moved in for his own turn. Her skin was aflame under every tender kiss and she moaned eagerly still hungry for him.

He pressed down, then in. She gasped at the subtle ache but the pain was hardly there now. She was ready for him, much more than she had been before. Pleasure overtook the pain as he pressed his head into hers her paws reached up to grab his fur. Her voice echoed back at them both, matching with the rhythm.

"Speech"