Erin shivers in anticipation, letting Ylva pull and lead her. She braces herself, sticking her ass out and giving it a lil' wiggle at her wild lover.
She'll leave the teasing of Ylva to get her back up and ready as a nice surprise for after. Especially since she suspects she's about to get deliciously mauled right now.
Ylva laughs a little, delighted, for a moment utterly overwhelmed with the urge to devour, to possess. She leans over Erin from behind, hands on her waist, and the sound she makes is half a snarl, an attempt at holding herself back.
Just for the moment.
She slides her hand down the crack of Erin's ass, seeking, and then presses two fingers up inside her pussy.
Erin almost, very almost, giggles at the glide of Ylva's hand - and then those fingers suck a gasp out of her. Erin's folded wings twitch involuntarily, but the roll of her hips back against Ylva's fingers couldn't be more on purpose.
God, is Ylva gonna tease her until she cums? Some part of Erin dreads the idea that Ylva's about to lick her up from behind and only fuck her once she's extra sensitive from her first orgasm.
The rest of Erin is literally, physically drooling in anticipation.
While teasing her like that would definitely be a very good plan, it may in fact be too much for her to survive, herself. Still, Ylva is going to try, even if she whines a little in anticipation.
One hand resting between Erin's wings, she works her fingers deep into Erin, and she can't help but rub up against her from behind, some degree of friction and stimulation while her fingers are inside Erin, while she rubs her thumb over Erin's clit. At one point, not so very long ago, she may not have known what else to do with this situation, but she has been a very quick study, if nothing else.
And she does, almost abruptly, drop down to press her face into Erin's crotch from behind and a little below, to lick and suck with all the enthusiasm of a gourmand given a particularly savoury dish.
Erin's voice comes out in a long, sweet whine. She loves her wildflower so much; she loves Ylva's feralness, her eager directness, and right now she very much loves being eaten up like prey. Her wings extend in pleasure, flicking water droplets everywhere.
Somewhere in that moan is Ylva's name. Erin's almost begging.
Oh, she couldn't possibly ignore that, not when it fills her with so much lust. Ylva stands up, gasping, and she reaches down to take herself in hand. She hardly needs the help, she's so eager at this moment, but she gives herself a quick stroke and then guides herself inside Erin.
Her fingers grip Erin by her hips, tightly and for dear life, before she begins to thrust, desperately.
Erin's wings flex and she cries out sweetly. Oh, oh that's -
She thrusts her hips back, trying to keep time, her own nature helping to find a rhythm that matches Ylva's feral pace. The sensations and the primal intimacy are making her head fuzzy, just like she wanted them to, and -
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She'll leave the teasing of Ylva to get her back up and ready as a nice surprise for after. Especially since she suspects she's about to get deliciously mauled right now.
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Just for the moment.
She slides her hand down the crack of Erin's ass, seeking, and then presses two fingers up inside her pussy.
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God, is Ylva gonna tease her until she cums? Some part of Erin dreads the idea that Ylva's about to lick her up from behind and only fuck her once she's extra sensitive from her first orgasm.
The rest of Erin is literally, physically drooling in anticipation.
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One hand resting between Erin's wings, she works her fingers deep into Erin, and she can't help but rub up against her from behind, some degree of friction and stimulation while her fingers are inside Erin, while she rubs her thumb over Erin's clit. At one point, not so very long ago, she may not have known what else to do with this situation, but she has been a very quick study, if nothing else.
And she does, almost abruptly, drop down to press her face into Erin's crotch from behind and a little below, to lick and suck with all the enthusiasm of a gourmand given a particularly savoury dish.
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Somewhere in that moan is Ylva's name. Erin's almost begging.
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Her fingers grip Erin by her hips, tightly and for dear life, before she begins to thrust, desperately.
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She thrusts her hips back, trying to keep time, her own nature helping to find a rhythm that matches Ylva's feral pace. The sensations and the primal intimacy are making her head fuzzy, just like she wanted them to, and -
"F-fuck - Ylva - loveyousomuchdon'tstop -"