hurry up now

She moved away from him so quickly that for a split second he thought she was about to try and escape again. Instead, she moved towards his bed and placed herself upon the pelt, declaring that she was indeed sore there. He took the paste with him, and followed her to the bed, eyeing her body hungrily for a moment where she lay in the softest coat he owned.

He came to a stop near her tail, and let his eyes roam her body. All the places he could see from here were relatively unmarred by her time with him. He knelt beside her, pressing his paws down either side of her thighs, spreading her legs a little more. He grabbed a scoop of the paste, and began to spread it slowly around her flower, around, and around, and around in a rhythmic motion, before pressing in, moving inside of her with a couple of toes. His eyes flicked to her face as he worked. ‘Soothing’ her sores as he had suggested.


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