The pleasure is too much to bear; it wracks her body with shudders and leaves her gasping for air. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, begging for more of your touch. The feel of you inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it drives her wild with desire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one hot against your neck as she grinds her hips against yours in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her body is on fire, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of you moving inside her. She can't think straight, can barely breathe as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck and thrust against yours in a desperate attempt to find release, her moans filling the air around them like a song of ecstasy.

Luna feels herself building towards an orgasm so powerful it threatens to tear her apart from the inside out.

Leona hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says softly, taking a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "My name is Leona. Or, as you can see by my markings...I am the daughter of Lune and Sol." She pauses again, seeming to choose her next words carefully before continuing.

"I was raised in this forest, among the wolves...but I've always been different. My parents were...magical beings. They gave me their powers when I was born."

Leona's eyes shift away briefly before meeting yours again. "My abilities are...not something to be taken lightly," she says softly. "I can control the elements; fire, water, air and earth." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper now. "And I can see things that others cannot...things from beyond this world."

She pauses again, searching your expression carefully before continuing. "I have lived a long time, alone in this forest. But when I found you..."

Luna tilts her head to the side, watching you intently as your body responds to her touch. She slides one hand beneath your chin, cupping your face as she leans in to claim your lips once more. Her tongue dances with yours, seeking entrance into your mouth even as her hips grind against you harder and faster.

"Please... beg for it," she whispers between kisses, her voice thick with desire. "Let me know what you want..."

Her breath catches as you whisper the single word against her lips, your need pouring out of you like honey. With a moan of approval, she presses closer, grinding herself against you until you feel the heat of her core through both your clothes and her own skin.

"Granie z Pusheenem," she pants, rocking her hips faster now, "I want to feel you... inside me..." She rises up slightly, positioning her aching center just above your straining erection.