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He wants to take her as beast as much as she wants to be taken by him.
Her low belly clenches. Aftercurrents of climax twitch her. Entreaty for the next.
His nostrils flare. A rumble: "Genia."
Lofting onto her knees, she reaches back to tug aside the sodden fabric of her underthings so that he may catch sight as well as scent. He enjoys her like this, she knows, eyes fixed on him, sex gleaming—likes to delve his tongue in at this angle and let it wander where it will. Her inner walls flutter around a terrible lack.
The noise Tamlin makes then is high and plaintive. She has heard it before only once, when ash wood shard had been lodged deep in the meat of his paw, when she coaxed him into letting her draw it out from him. This pain is one only of denial.
Tangible as a caress of his hands, his shifting weight displaces the air hanging muggy around her. Her body delights in the bracing of his forepaws against her upper arms, deepening her arch, limber, receptive—
—but he only moves to dip his mouth to the crook of her shoulder. There, he tells her, "I won't fit."
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or: monsterfucker? i hardly know her!