[ "good girl," kiana says - and some part of stelle remembers the feeling of the collar on her neck, the leash in silver wolf's hand. but even that falls back into a half-remembered instinct, a subconscious reminder that good girls don't talk without permission, drowned out by the overwhelming need to prove her love as physically as possible. she has to give kiana her children. nothing else matters. planning for the future, working things out, the astral express... it all fades against the absolute need to love-give-breed-tie with someone so important to her.
she doesn't say a word. (what a good girl.) she just holds back a whimper and tightens her grip, picking up speed with each sharp thrust against kiana. she peppers kiana's chin and neck with kisses, and when that isn't enough to satisfy her she just inexpertly kisses her on the lips. anything she can give kiana, she wants to give. anything for a bit more. ]
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she doesn't say a word. (what a good girl.) she just holds back a whimper and tightens her grip, picking up speed with each sharp thrust against kiana. she peppers kiana's chin and neck with kisses, and when that isn't enough to satisfy her she just inexpertly kisses her on the lips. anything she can give kiana, she wants to give. anything for a bit more. ]