[ it is his helplessness that does it, more than any promising maneuvers on his part, that tips her over the edge. yennefer can feel his conflict over the equal pleasure and disgust with himself, not to mention the panicky strain of holding himself back. the empathy bond ensures that. she delights in it.
the rolling shudder of orgasm hits her. the involuntary clicking of her jaw returns as she moans her way across that finish line, squeezing the life out of him and digging her claws in. her thighs grip him, and her tail arches up, up, up, poised as it had been at every other heightened moment of threat.
she rides him through it, even gasping, trying to wring whatever she can from it even as the flood of pleasure drowns out any fear that may still float amongst her thoughts. ]
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the rolling shudder of orgasm hits her. the involuntary clicking of her jaw returns as she moans her way across that finish line, squeezing the life out of him and digging her claws in. her thighs grip him, and her tail arches up, up, up, poised as it had been at every other heightened moment of threat.
she rides him through it, even gasping, trying to wring whatever she can from it even as the flood of pleasure drowns out any fear that may still float amongst her thoughts. ]