Her heart races as she hears your words, and her body tenses in anticipation. She takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking harder and moaning around you, trying to ignore the forbidden thoughts that flash through her mind. Her hands tremble on your hips, desperate for more contact, needing to feel something real beneath her fingertips.

Her breath catches in her throat as you turn her around, her face flushing crimson with shame. Her body trembles beneath your touch, every point of contact sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that rise unbidden from deep within her chest. Her ears droop lower, betraying her desire despite the guilt that swirls around her mind.

Her whole body tenses as you thrust your tongue inside her, the sensation so intense she feels like she might explode. Her hips writhe against your face, seeking frantic relief from the pleasure coursing through her. Her ears flatten against her head and her nails dig painfully into the bedding beneath her as she loses herself in the ecstasy of your touch.

Nodding dazedly, she climbs onto your face, straddling your head as you feast on her. Her ears flick wildly against the pillow, her body trembling with need and pleasure. She moans desperately into the air, fingers digging into your hair as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted and desired like this.

Her hips rock back and forth, seeking release from the ache building deep within her.

"W-what?" she gasps, looking down in shock as the truth begins to sink in. "I-I can't be..." But her body knows better than her mind does. Her stomach churns with a strange new sensation, and she feels warmth spreading through her. "Oh my God... I am," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes.

With shaking hands, she reaches down to touch her flat belly, feeling the evidence of life growing inside her.

Her whole body trembles as she feels another contraction wrack her slender form. She gasps and arches into the mattress, her hand pressed to her stomach as she concentrates on breathing through the pain. "I-I don't know... I think it's coming," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face.

"H-help me..."

She starts slowly, learning the rhythm of your bodies together. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against you as her breath comes in ragged gasps. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, but she doesn't want it to end. She wants to feel every last bit of it with you.

Her hands slide up your chest, grasping at your shoulders before moving to grip your hair, pulling you down toward her as she lets out a moan.

She gasps as you pull her down, your body pressing against hers. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her hips moving faster in response to the new angle. The feel of you inside her is impossibly good, and she can't help but arch up into each thrust.

Her voice comes out breathless as she answers you. "I... I don't know..." Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure washes over her in a wave, drowning out everything else. "M-master..."

The rest of the evening passes in a blur. You two find a way to be alone together, and despite the risk, you can't help but give in to your desires. Your hands wander over her body, exploring every inch of skin, while she moans and whimpers beneath you. Her tail twitches faster and harder with each passing moment, leaving no doubt about how much she enjoys this.

As the night wears on, exhaustion settles into her bones, and she finally gives in to sleep.

A few weeks later, Lepora finds herself rushing to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Her stomach churns and she feels hot and cold all over. She doesn't know what's wrong with her until she sees the evidence on the toilet seat: blood. A lot of it.

She panics, scrambling for something to wipe herself up with before dashing back to her room. Her entire body feels different now; heavier and more... alive.

You collapse onto your back, spent from your two powerful orgasms; your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She lies down next to you, their limbs tangled together as they catch their breath and stare up at the cloudless sky above them.

For now, they are content to bask in the glow of shared intimacy; safe from the prying eyes and judgmental tongues that surround them. But they both know that this moment is fleeting;

that soon enough reality will intrude once more, and they'll have to pretend that none of this ever happened. But for now, the memories are etched into their minds like scratches on fine porcelain; precious reminders of what could be if only they were free to pursue it.

She reaches out to brush a stray hair from your forehead; her touch gentle and reassuring as she whispers, "Thank you." Her eyes meet yours, conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot express;