[Nanami obeys so perfectly, giving her more and more, every wild, hungry thrust pushing her closer to the edge. As if he isn't already taking her deeply enough, her entire body moves to pull him in even closer, her wings and tail folding over his back as the talons on both her hands and feet both grasp at his fur. As she begins to unravel, the start of overwhelmed tears stinging at her eyes, her approval is voiced in moan after moan, each a little more urgent than the last.
She's losing it, all sweat and want, so close—and then, through the haze, she feels something swell inside her, right at the point where they meet. She tries to find the words to ask, What the hell is that? but, honestly, her body could not care any less right now. It feels thick and hot and good, and that's all that matters. All that comes out is a plea of Nanami's name.]
Chiaki—!
[The last syllable is a keen as Nanami comes, filling her with pump after pump. Her pussy clenches hard around the tie between them as she follows him off the edge, milking him for all he has (not that the knot would let it go anywhere else).]
O-oh—my god, oh my god...
[Absolute bliss, then. She has to babble because every thought has flown from her head. She can only bask, giving occasional jerks of her hips to grind indulgently against Nanami's knot as she holds them almost too tight.
It takes her a little while to come back down off that peak (and even then her body continues to shake with spasms), but eventually she lets her claws go slack, and she lies back, breathing heavily, her legs and wings splayed.
Nanami's still poised over her, still buried inside her. She laughs a little, dizzily.]
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She's losing it, all sweat and want, so close—and then, through the haze, she feels something swell inside her, right at the point where they meet. She tries to find the words to ask, What the hell is that? but, honestly, her body could not care any less right now. It feels thick and hot and good, and that's all that matters. All that comes out is a plea of Nanami's name.]
Chiaki—!
[The last syllable is a keen as Nanami comes, filling her with pump after pump. Her pussy clenches hard around the tie between them as she follows him off the edge, milking him for all he has (not that the knot would let it go anywhere else).]
O-oh—my god, oh my god...
[Absolute bliss, then. She has to babble because every thought has flown from her head. She can only bask, giving occasional jerks of her hips to grind indulgently against Nanami's knot as she holds them almost too tight.
It takes her a little while to come back down off that peak (and even then her body continues to shake with spasms), but eventually she lets her claws go slack, and she lies back, breathing heavily, her legs and wings splayed.
Nanami's still poised over her, still buried inside her. She laughs a little, dizzily.]
Hey... My big, bad wolf...