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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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 -"