Not the earlier involuntary pulses — 'this', the full coordinated clench of a first orgasm, walls gripping him in a rhythmic squeeze that ran from his head to his base and back, over and over, her body trying to draw something out of him through pure involuntary force.
Her voice was not words.
"'AANGHH~!! — AAAHH — AAANGHH~!!'"
The sound rang through the garden.
Off the stone walls.
Back to them.
He drove in and stayed.
Both hips flush against her, his cock pressed fully against her womb's mouth, his hands leaving her hips to wrap around her — one arm across her back, pulling her shaking body against his chest, her suspended weight now resting against him rather than the binding, her petite breasts pressing against his skin, the leaking warmth of them smearing between them.
She was shaking so hard he could feel every individual tremor.
Her tail — autonomous, honest, already wrapped itself around his waist three coils deep without anyone giving it instructions.
