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The attempt to return Ylva's energy is interrupted first by Erin's delighted laugh and then a sharp sound of pleasure when the wolf grabs Erin's sensitive breast. Sharp teeth nip at Ylva's lip, but Erin just is not gonna have the energy to go hard; it's been such a full, glorious day.

Wait how does Ylva have the energy?

(Wolf.)

Excellent point, Head Voice

She softens a little in response, kissing and touching Erin wherever she can reach -- neck, ears, throat -- and maybe the occasional bite in turn, because this is definitely a time for affectionate chewing.

"Wait," Ylva says, breathless, and she sits up abruptly to try and undress herself, struggling with her shirt a little in her eagerness.

Erin is so very ready to be chewed, craning her neck to help, fingernails digging into Ylva's shoulders while she sinks into the feeling of being affectionately devoured.

She knows better than to try and help Ylva undress when she's in this mood, it always ends in heads knocking together and a certain amount of pained giggling. So instead she leans back, catching her own breath and languidly squeezing her chest.

"I was gonna propose that you fuck these," Erin purrs. "But if you're feeling hungry..."

She stretches her back and legs, wiggling a little. "I could even give ya some tail action, my wildflower."

First, her shirt gets tossed away; she wriggles out of her pants quickly (maybe there is something to be said for Tommy Bahama sundresses, sometimes) and tosses them aside, too.

"I like your tits," Ylva says, grabbing for them again, "but maybe I don't want to fuck them right now," and she puts her head down to bite at Erin's flesh there.

The thing about Erin's chest is that it's very sensitive. She gasps and wiggles when Ylva grabs her there, but her back arches at the bite, wringing a high and sweet moan from Erin's throat. She opens her legs, already at peace with the idea that Ylva will probably destroy her panties, wanting to feel the pressure of her wildflower on top of her...

...And maybe hide the she's moved her head a little. Erin brushes Ylva's hair back and bites her pointed ear, holding the wolf close so she can't escape.

That wrenches a groan out of her, almost a growl, fierce and appreciative. Almost impatient, and seeing an apparent invitation, Ylva reaches down with one hand to try to slide her hand into Erin's panties. She doesn't look -- she is far more interested in having her mouth and other hand busily engaged with exploring Erin's skin as much as possible -- so she has to go entirely by feel, and as consequence it's a slightly involved process to get her hand in the right place to shove the fabric to one side. Eager, she slides her fingers between Erin's folds, over her clit.

"Haaa - that's it, right there -" Fingers tangle in Ylva's hair while Erin peppers her ear and neck with sucking kisses that are going to leave marks. Tired she might be, languid even, but she's also so very ready, eagerly following her wildflower's lead for all her pretensions at pushing back. "You can bite them harder," she whispers breathlessly. "Leave something to worry Daisy with, 's fine -"

She laughs, imagining Daisy's reaction, and obligingly bites down harder, just below Erin's collarbone, definitely hard enough to leave an imprint, and maybe even bruise, just a little. Ylva arches her back a little, her fingers rubbing eagerly, briefly pushing inside.

She bites again, closer to a nipple.

Erin's fingers half-pull at Ylva's hair from the frission of pleasure and pain; her wings flex, stretching and smooshing against the wall, and that is when an inside thought becomes an outside thought, wondering and fond and loving: "What's gotten into you with these today..."

That's a question that involves more calm insight than she's capable of right now, room to think through her words that she hasn't the patience for otherwise. Ylva shakes her head, and goes back to kissing and biting wherever she can reach on Erin's skin.

"Wanna fuck you," she manages, trying to do her best with her fingers.

Gasping, Erin seizes some of Ylva's hair and pulls her face away, panting and trying to find her breath. Her body is a mess of small bruises and tooth marks, signs of Ylva's enthusiasm and Erin's affection for her shy wildflower. "Y-you gonna let me get you wet first?" she teases, or at least tries to tease; she's clearly eager herself, out of it. "Because I wanna get fucked too."

"What're you gonna do?"

It's said like a challenge, eager and curious, with bared teeth; Erin might be holding her by the hair, but Ylva can't contain an excited wriggle.

(Ask Serranai if she can help us bear cubs for her.)

No??? No? Like hot but no???

Erin can't open her mouth to answer, head voice has demonstrated that she needs a bit so she doesn't say something insane born of love and lust and recklessness. Instead she spits into her palm and encourages her wildflower to climb just a bit higher onto Erin's body, so she can grab and stroke the wolf's cock.

Ylva growls a little as she moves up, leaning in to kiss Erin on the mouth again while she all but wraps herself around her. Vaguely in the back of her mind she thinks about how she ought to offer a Cure Wounds when all this is done, given all the chewing, but the thought is brief. She is, perhaps, feeling especially wild tonight.

It's an energy Erin is glad to return. She strokes, spits into her palm again, and strokes further, lathering Ylva's cock while she kisses and bites at her wildflower's lips. She has to come up for air, burying her lips against Ylva's neck, scraping teeth down her skin...

Her earlier insane thought finds its voice when Erin whispers, through hot breaths: "Breed me."

She almost, almost stops to question this request as being improbable or impossible, not to mention just maybe not a good idea given everything, before the rest of her brain catches up. Ah. Right. Pretend.

"Yeah," Ylva grins, "okay." She sits up a little, and takes herself in hand while she shifts into position.

Erin grins right back. That face Ylva makes when she's thinking through something that mostly-human people do is adorable, and lovable, and she needs to remember to say that outside of the moment where it won't ruin the fantasy. So instead of talking she touches Ylva's hips with her ankles, and bites her lip, making a wordless sound of need that she hopes will excite her wolf lover.

The sound could almost make her melt. Teasing is completely out of the question. Ylva fumbles a little for a moment with her fingers and her cock before she finds her way. As she slides slowly into Erin's cunt, she growls a little
and leans down to wrap her arms around her. The growl turns into a groan.

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