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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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 -"