I do as he says, and he picks up the pace of his finger thrusts. He also rubs the fur of his tail in a long glide across both of my nipples. He begins by simply gliding it across, but then pulls it in the other direction, running opposite of how the fur lies so it increases the friction.
The feel of it on both breasts simultaneously is almost too much and I can't contain my moans.
He adds a third finger and increases the pressure of his tail pushing up against my breasts. The cave is full of my mewling cries and the wet sounds of him pumping into me.
His tail shifts away and I growl at the loss of it.
"So greedy."
I don't have time to think of a pithy response. His tail smacks first one, then the other nipple, the sting followed by another smooth glide of fur.
His grip is too tight to let me move much, but I try to squirm away.
It's his turn to growl, and he pulls his fingers out of me and smacks me hard on one ass cheek, my juices on his hand making it a sharp impact, but the sting is quickly overtaken when he pushes his fingers back inside me.
His tail continues to smack and glide against me in a random order, making me more and more excited.
When he crooks his fingers slightly just as he's roughly running his tail against my nipples, my orgasm suddenly explodes through me and I have to bite off a cry.
I'm still processing the sensation when he spins and lifts me, then drops me on my back on the nest he made.
He pushes my legs apart and starts greedily licking at me, purring deeply as he laps me up.
The combination of his purr, the roughness of his tongue, and my recent pleasure brings another release hard on the heels of the other.
My back arches with the strength of it.
As I come back to myself, he is repositioning me again, this time so we are both on our sides, with my ass pulled tight against his sheathe.
This time it doesn't slowly move into me, but pushes in rapidly all at once. I have to put a hand to my mouth to contain my squeal, excited to be so full.
Thivoll grinds against me, growling and snarling as his hands roughly move across my belly, up over my breasts and then back down to hold my hips tight so he can keep pushing hard against me.
His tail replaces his hand around my neck and he moves one arm underneath my side and up to squeeze my breast as the other digs into my hip.
With each rocking grind, I feel a building warmth deep inside me. It grows and grows until it blossoms across my belly and up into my spine.
My channel contracts around him in waves, milking him.
"Dear Thela," he says, and then he lets out a muffled roar into my hair as his hips twitch.
Pulling that sound from him is immensely satisfying, and I feel a purr build in my chest.
It cuts off abruptly when I realize what I'm doing.
"Holy shit."
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Thivoll
"What's wrong?"
I'm twitching inside her and my mind is fuzzy with the aftermath of my release, but I force myself to focus.
"Stop purring for a moment."
I do as she asks, then feel her own purr vibrate against me.
