hurry up now

She had missed the subtle panic in his expression as she had moved to the bed. She tucked her forelimbs close to her chest, her chin tucked in as she watched him bring the paste with him and loom over her. His eyes lingered over her soft curves with a hunger she had would begin to learn well. Unconsciously her thighs tightened inward under his gaze. Her breaths were shallow with expectant uncertainty. From this angle, she had no choice but to take in his face properly. Flecks of flame mark his charcoal fur like embers in a fire. His solid silver eyes were strange in their sightfulness. Easily he would be underestimated as blind but she knew well enough that he was anything but.

He knelt beside her and pressed her legs apart. She watched as he brought the paste to her region and she was taken aback by how soft he was. The movements were suddenly working at something within her. She blinked and caught herself breathing deeper. The rhythmic motions started to urge her hips to shift beneath the touch. Slowly an itch began to awaken deep within her, a pressure building within her pelvis. Her shoulders pulled back unconsciously as suddenly he was pressing upon her flower, then moving within nearly reaching the itch making her hips writhe. The cooling paste would bring her tendons together tighter. As he pressed within her with his "soothing" motions her mouth opened with surprise as she drew in a sharp pleasant breath. Her back arched unbidden as she bloomed. This was nothing like she had experienced before. She held her paws tightly to her chest as her chin started to arch away from him, her eyes unable to stay open, and struggled to remain silent beneath his ministrations. What was this magic?

"Speech"