close but no cigar

She'd felt pain before, but never this. This was new. She'd been "ruined" before, but never allowed this. Her pleasure had never mattered before. Her body was heating her breaths coming in pants from the heat, and from the pressure within. King Aryn was much smaller than Ultyr and the comparison was proven.

The moment he pressed inside her she grasped at him. Not because of pain but a need to feel the man's sword deep within. A soundless moan coming from her maw as she inhaled deeply. Her heat had her wanting more, instincts driving her now. Then he was grinding, shallow but her body was still enjoying it. Her intimates were begging in their own way as he ground into her with his sword. That pressure building but it felt like it wouldn't burst yet. She curled her head into his scruff and clung to him.

With paws grasping at him instinct had her curling. Hips shifting, meeting his, unintentionally allowing him deeper, as a thrust was given. She didn't know his control was slipping, but that thrust had her throwing her head back and her maw opening as he hit something deeper that had her seeing spots. Her body grasping at his, not wanting him to leave. The pressure that had been building bursting in that moment her body tensing and tightening around him as that dam burst.

She had felt it once before but never so intense, yet the need her body filled her with had her shifting her hips again, aiming them so he could fill her more, legs wrapping around him as much as she could. Her body was begging him for something he wasn't willing to give to her. Her scent heavy in the air and lungs panting for oxygen. Gasps of breath and soundless noises given to him.

"Things I Hear"