Randall lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn't expected her to touch him so intimately; it almost feels invasive. His heart races as he tries to process the sensation and her question. "I-I... uh... sperm is stored there..." he manages to stammer out, blushing deeply.

Her touch sends a wave of heat through his body, making him feel even more aroused than before. He's never been touched in this way by anyone besides himself;

As she continues to touch him he starts to feel more confident and excited. "It... helps make babies," he says, feeling his cheeks heat up even more at the thought of it. Her touch is making him more aware of his own body and its functions; it's a strange sensation but also rather intriguing.

"I-I don't know if I can do that..." he admits, sounding unsure but willing to try for her. He trusts this female;

As the pleasure builds inside him, Randall closes his eyes and focuses on the sensation of being so close to Selk. He can feel the hot seed spilling deep within her, filling her up with his essence as they reach their peak together. With a hoarse cry, he thrusts one final time, his body tensing as he comes again, this time with more force than ever before.

"Selk..." His voice trails off as he collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.

Randall's heart races as he comes down from the intense high of their lovemaking. The scent of her arousal fills his senses, making it difficult to think straight. He rolls off of Selk and onto his back, panting heavily as he looks up at the ceiling. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, and his ears are flat against his head in exhaustion.

"That was... amazing," he manages to gasp out between breaths. "

Taking her silence as a yes, Randall cups his paw around Selk's hip and pulls her closer still before thrusting his hips forward. There's a satisfying slickness between them that makes the movement easier and more pleasurable for both of them as they begin to mate. His other hand moves to stroke her back, gently massaging her fur as he takes in her moans and gasps.

As their bodies move together in rhythm, Randall feels an intense pleasure building deep within him. He focuses on the sensation of Selk's fur against his palm and the warmth emanating from her body as she arches her back even further. With each thrust he makes, he growls low in his throat, lost in the physical connection they share.

The pleasure begins to build towards a climax, and Randall knows that it won't be long now until he releases inside of Selk.

As Randall thrusts deeper into Selk's body, he growls possessively, feeling her tight walls squeeze him in return. With each powerful stroke, she moans and writhes beneath him, her nails scratching at his back as if trying to hold onto him. His hips snap forward, driving his length deeper still as he takes what's his with a primal roar.

Selk arches her back off the bed of leaves, meeting every thrust with equal fervor.

His name is a prayer on her lips as she feels him claiming her body and soul. With every thrust deeper inside, the connection between them grows stronger, more intense. The world around them fades away, leaving only their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Their moans fill the air, a chorus of desire and ecstasy that echoes through the den like a symphony of love.

As Randall watches Randeis walk away, leaving the bathroom to return to the living room, a shiver runs down his spine. The feeling of possessiveness is strong within him; now that he has claimed her, she belongs only to him. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself before following after her, careful not to seem too forceful or overbearing.

"Hey, Selk?" His voice is soft as he calls out, catching up with her and resting a hand on her shoulder gently. "

"I just want you to know that even though I have claimed you now, I'll always respect your boundaries... and I love you." He looks into her eyes sincerely, hoping she understands that his actions earlier were more about claiming her as his own than anything else. "You mean everything to me," he whispers, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her cheek.

As he begins to move inside you, you let out a soft moan of pleasure that only seems to spur him on further. He growls deep in his throat, the vibrations rumbling through your body and heightening every sensation. His strength is reassuring, making you feel safe and protected as he takes what's rightfully his.

You arch your back, pressing your chest against him as he continues to thrust inside you.

His growl deepens, his grip around you tightening possessively as he claims you as his own. His amber eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive as he pounds into you with raw, primal intensity. There's no mistaking the message - this is his territory, and you are his prize.