It's bloody work, but someone's gotta do it

With permission given, Arcturus seemed to ease. He handled the small woman with big, manly paws. Ah, how she loved being molded, twisted, handled, used. It was an easy feat for the blonde brute to lift her diminutive frame and settle her atop him in just the right way. He replaced the emptiness within her and Scylla rolled her head back, allowing his paws to hold her weight as she became accustomed to the welcome intrusion. Lips parted and she released a long sigh of pleasure. This was what she needed.

They kissed here and there, though most of the time the pair were busy panting, growling, moaning and more. Arc's teeth found the side of her neck and Scylla's nimble digits wound in the fur of his chest, sharpened claws grazing his skin, but not enough to draw blood. She didn't know if he was into that. Maybe next time, if there was a next time.

The hips of the giant, maned man gyrated, lifting Scylla again and again. She rode expertly, her spine fluid as though he was some great steed beneath her. Not one to be a lazy or complacent lover, Scylla rolled her own hips to meet his, her pace increasing as the tension within her belly grew tighter and tighter. She could feel the change in him. The change in them both. The finish line to pleasure grew ever nearer and the Klein woman was determined to reach that line together.

"Scylla Klein"