[ Of all that is sacred and holy on Tyria, hearing her beg like that, feeling her press herself against him overwhelms him. Whatever fragments of sensible thought he had once are now gone. All he can think of is the contact between them, how he wants so much more of her.
He presses the side of his head to hers, nuzzling against the base of her horn as he begins to roll his hips in measured, controlled thrusts. The hand not holding onto her hip comes to grip the back of her head, tangling in her hair and amongst her flowers. Every inch of her insides moving against him causes his breath to hitch, and he moans low. ]
Ori...
[ The thumb at her clit begins to move again, strokes awkward and stuttered, but he's doing his best. ]
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He presses the side of his head to hers, nuzzling against the base of her horn as he begins to roll his hips in measured, controlled thrusts. The hand not holding onto her hip comes to grip the back of her head, tangling in her hair and amongst her flowers. Every inch of her insides moving against him causes his breath to hitch, and he moans low. ]
Ori...
[ The thumb at her clit begins to move again, strokes awkward and stuttered, but he's doing his best. ]