+all.

+limply around her waist, twitching and squeezing her hips as she moved with an expertise he hadn't expected. A low, satisfied growl escaped against her flesh before his teeth lightly dug into her skin.

He had to hold on tighter, but he didn't want to hurt her. She was his, and he was hers, after+

+heavy breaths muffled by soft green flesh as his claws held her close and tenderly.

The only sound that came from him as she slowly worked him deeper inside were moans, blissful and soft and panting as she expertly tamed the desperate, lustful monster inside of him.

That dastardly tail hung+

+was someone that came along once in a lifetime, and he felt the yearning for her deep in his very being.

Tat was speechless as she took the lead, her hips rocking tenderly as his manhood throbbed so painfully she could feel it pulse inside her. As she rest herself against him he did the same,+

He hadn't felt something like this before. Rarely had Tat grown attachment to others he would bed, but there was something about Mielle: her voice, her smile, the way her nose and ears twitched when she was flustered and her little tail wiggles, and the look in her eyes set his heart alight.

She+

+appointment in, the sooner Mielle could stop stressing so much. She didn't need all that on her plate, she surely had enough.

If Tat could do anything to alleviate that burden, he'd move the world if he had to.

+"enough to think about while we're negotiating. Would you mind if I took my leave?" He was already starting to stand. "I'd like to go speak with him now, and get a time set up. It's a slower day at his shop, so there shouldn't be anything taking up his schedule."

The sooner they got that+

+possibly ruin that by letting his lustful side be in control?

He'd let her take the lead. To do anything else would be such a disrespect to her.

+"Please," he practically whimpered, trying to control his rapidly-ragged pants as he tried his best to control his hips from not just spearing himself deep into her. It felt wrong to do that.

This was something intimate, so much more intimate than he had felt with any other person. How could he+

+motions--every nip, every dig of her claws, every trembling twitch of her hips--drove him further and further into the lust and passion they were drowning in.

"I-I feeeel it..." he whined out, face pressed against her neck, practically nuzzling it and her cheek as heavy breaths brushed her ears.+

Normally, Tat was the one that had been in control, able to drive one wild with his scent and voice, growls and grasps.

This was not that time, and yet he had no qualms with it. The way her touch ignited bits of him with the whitest fire was a shockingly refreshing feeling, and her skilled+

+"and peruse their offerings?" His tail flicked behind him, unable to hide his excitement at such a potential thing.

Any time with her was time well-spent.

+smirked.

"A dozen creampuffs, if you please?"

+slipping down to try and touch her sensitive little bulb.

"Please," he breathed out, a hand wrapping in her hair and caressing the back of her ear. "Please...!"

Poor, desperate boy.

+like cock and horns, Tat leaned in to kiss her again, deep and longing with his serpentine tongue worming into her mouth.

He tried to angle himself to slip inside, or to graze her flower and set its petals ablaze. Tat barely contained the desperation in his movements, the tip of his tail now+

+all that bad?

His manhood pulsed underneath her, her touch sending shockwaves of bliss through him that made his knees wobble. A massive glob of orange, glowing pre beaded at his aching tip, and a soft whimper escaped as his hips rocked ever so gently against her.

Eyes half-lidded and glowing+

The way she moved against him, the grip upon his flesh, it made him release a ragged breath like some vicious demon being tamed by its summoner. In a way? This was true.

She summoned him. Her lust and yearning conjured the fire, and now they'd both burn for it. But they were together, so was it+

+literal steam billow from the stitchings and reveal his glowing, pulsating half-demon manhood that yearned for her touch.

The scent, even from up there, was of spice and cinnamon and a faint musk that would surely be like a miasma if Mielle dared to be eye-level with him.