Ylva makes a little sound in her throat, half groan, half whine. "People would be so mad," she says, though there's still interest there, still some intrigue at the idea. "Imagine someone saw."
She is not nearly as shocked about the idea as her words might suggest.
She bites down on Erin's ear. "You don't care about that, do you?"
"Mmmfff - I care," Erin moans. She bites back, lightly, leaving tooth marks on Ylva's chest. "I'd be so happy that everyone knows I'm with such an amazing woman and that I make her happy..."
God, just getting the sweat off is already feeling amazing, with Ylva sluicing Erin down with water. Erin twitches her wings, shaking water droplets all over the tub with the involuntary motion. "And you, my wildflower? Do you like the idea of people seeing you take me all rough the way you like? Me clinging to a punching bag in the gym for dear life while you're railing my ass?"
Does Erin need to be that specific? No. Does she suspect a specific mental image will help provoke Ylva further? Absolutely.
Ylva, almost involuntarily, bites a little harder on Erin's shoulder, if for no other reason than that it takes her a moment to process this idea enough for her to comment on that.
"I do," she says. It's a terrible idea, and she knows it, but in this moment she can't lie. She does, in fact, like that idea. "People'd be so mad." And she laughs, because she doesn't care about that, because why be angry about it at all? "I could fuck you so hard, though."
That harder bite wrings a sound of pleasure from Erin's throat. She nuzzles against Ylva; being completely blind like this heightens every other sensation, and her plan to drive her lover wild is hitting Erin herself pretty hard. Her breathing's gone quick, her face is red, ears twitching madly in anticipation.
There's lavender and charcoal coming from her Mantle, the signs of intense Desire.
Erin has to give in at least a little. A real bath with soap can wait until after she's drained Ylva dry. Erin rises up and takes the back of Ylva's head in her hand so she can press the wolf's face into her breasts. "Take me hard," Erin begs. "My body's all yours and everyone should know it."
i want you to know the absolute struggle I had to not open with "oh, tiddies!"
Ylva will always deeply love Erin's Mantle, and the new smells are just added in to everything else of this moment, the heat of the water, the feeling of Erin's body against hers. It's intense and wild and she loves it.
She does spend a moment focused on Erin's breasts, seeking out the hard point of a nipple only by feel and by her teeth, before she gives a final squeeze and pulls away. "I'll take you from behind," she says, half a statement, half a question. "Brace yourself on the edge of the pool," and Ylva pulls her, gently, to the edge, placing Erin's hand there for her.
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 is not nearly as shocked about the idea as her words might suggest.
She bites down on Erin's ear. "You don't care about that, do you?"
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God, just getting the sweat off is already feeling amazing, with Ylva sluicing Erin down with water. Erin twitches her wings, shaking water droplets all over the tub with the involuntary motion. "And you, my wildflower? Do you like the idea of people seeing you take me all rough the way you like? Me clinging to a punching bag in the gym for dear life while you're railing my ass?"
Does Erin need to be that specific? No. Does she suspect a specific mental image will help provoke Ylva further? Absolutely.
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"I do," she says. It's a terrible idea, and she knows it, but in this moment she can't lie. She does, in fact, like that idea. "People'd be so mad." And she laughs, because she doesn't care about that, because why be angry about it at all? "I could fuck you so hard, though."
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There's lavender and charcoal coming from her Mantle, the signs of intense Desire.
Erin has to give in at least a little. A real bath with soap can wait until after she's drained Ylva dry. Erin rises up and takes the back of Ylva's head in her hand so she can press the wolf's face into her breasts. "Take me hard," Erin begs. "My body's all yours and everyone should know it."
i want you to know the absolute struggle I had to not open with "oh, tiddies!"
She does spend a moment focused on Erin's breasts, seeking out the hard point of a nipple only by feel and by her teeth, before she gives a final squeeze and pulls away. "I'll take you from behind," she says, half a statement, half a question. "Brace yourself on the edge of the pool," and Ylva pulls her, gently, to the edge, placing Erin's hand there for her.
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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 -"