[ Oh Hilda. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep your head on straight around you? Especially when his head was already swimming with a potent aphrodisiac as he fought against every fibre of his being for the sake of stretching this out? Making this last? He didn't know if he could stop if he dared "breed" her one time...or if that would be where it all ended. But if his awoken libido was any indication, she'd have her work cut out for her and then some if that savoury glaze on those rabbit skewers had anything to say about it. Once wasn't going to be enough to sate this beast she was currently skimming her fingers over.
His breath hitches at the contact, all the while his own hand dares dip between her legs in turn. One hand was already on that impressive chest of hers, fondling and showing its appreciation. But turnabout was fair play in the art of keeping his new girl for the mating season nice and wet. How much of her composure can she keep when his fingers were already gliding over her crotch, pinky and index framing her pussy whilst his two inner digits pressed and stroked tantalizingly so over her wetting folds? One shift...one tug on that fabric and he'd have been fingering her already by now when Hilda gave him the illusion of choice. Swallowing as if his tongue had thickened twice over since starting, Ragna's cock gives an insatiable lurch, weighted heat rubbing against her smooth abdomen, only to measure up his own ripped abs with every throb like a hot iron bar.
All of this? Was for her. Only matched by the wild look in his eyes as he cobbles his words together for her. ]
Have a little more fun, Hilda.
[ With him. With his cock currently aching for any attention. That's the human side of him talking, defying the way the meat they've consumed was making him want to shut off his brain and turn into a rabbit that cared only about rearranging her insides, leaning with a heady want against her ear, words like deep velvet when he adds: ]
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His breath hitches at the contact, all the while his own hand dares dip between her legs in turn. One hand was already on that impressive chest of hers, fondling and showing its appreciation. But turnabout was fair play in the art of keeping his new girl for the mating season nice and wet. How much of her composure can she keep when his fingers were already gliding over her crotch, pinky and index framing her pussy whilst his two inner digits pressed and stroked tantalizingly so over her wetting folds? One shift...one tug on that fabric and he'd have been fingering her already by now when Hilda gave him the illusion of choice. Swallowing as if his tongue had thickened twice over since starting, Ragna's cock gives an insatiable lurch, weighted heat rubbing against her smooth abdomen, only to measure up his own ripped abs with every throb like a hot iron bar.
All of this? Was for her. Only matched by the wild look in his eyes as he cobbles his words together for her. ]
Have a little more fun, Hilda.
[ With him. With his cock currently aching for any attention. That's the human side of him talking, defying the way the meat they've consumed was making him want to shut off his brain and turn into a rabbit that cared only about rearranging her insides, leaning with a heady want against her ear, words like deep velvet when he adds: ]
S'gonna make how hard I fuck you all the better.