Every mating trill whispered to her ears had her answering in kind, as best as she could. Already positioned to feel every inch, juices drooling from her slit, and the sheer desire overwhelming even the depths of her core. She was almost at that edge, just from this--! But then she felt every +

inch of him, right up to the tip of him kissing at her womb. Her back arched, and a rather lewd squeal burst forth from her lips. A slurred cry of his name. Her small claws lightly dug into the pillow beneath her, trying and failing not to sink into that abyss of sheer pleasure he always gave her.