[Cater can't remember the last time he's been mortified--at least not sexually, not like this. If he ever doubted that this was something sexual, like when he'd first started playing with Idia's "spot" all those months ago, he knows now without a doubt as he wriggles in Idia's grasp and holds on tightly, fingertips pressing into his chest.
She huffs and moans desperately into his collar, the noises reaching a frantic fervor. Cater's mind is a swirl of incomprehensible pleasure, electricity and fire coursing through her nervous system. Her tail fluffs out, arched straight up into the air, as her backside pushes up one final time into Idia's insistent fingers.
It's such a sharp orgasm, like an explosion inside of her abdomen, that it shocks her whole system. It shouldn't be embarrassing but somehow it is, so much more than if he'd been messing with her genitals. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected, or maybe it's the idea that she can be brought to such an intense peak without deliberate sexual play.
Either way, as soon as it finishes with her she covers her face in shaking hands, whimpering.]
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She huffs and moans desperately into his collar, the noises reaching a frantic fervor. Cater's mind is a swirl of incomprehensible pleasure, electricity and fire coursing through her nervous system. Her tail fluffs out, arched straight up into the air, as her backside pushes up one final time into Idia's insistent fingers.
It's such a sharp orgasm, like an explosion inside of her abdomen, that it shocks her whole system. It shouldn't be embarrassing but somehow it is, so much more than if he'd been messing with her genitals. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected, or maybe it's the idea that she can be brought to such an intense peak without deliberate sexual play.
Either way, as soon as it finishes with her she covers her face in shaking hands, whimpering.]