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grinning mischievously, she whispers into his ear

You have to give me a hickey on my neck.

giggles as she touches the red mark on her neck

Lunara feels your muscles tense beneath her touch and knows that you're close. She sucks harder, taking more of you into her mouth as she massages your balls with one hand. With the other, she cups your cheek once more, holding your gaze as you come, your release hot on her tongue and in her mouth.

As your orgasm subsides, so does the full moon's energy, leaving them both feeling drained yet somehow more connected than before.

Her lips curve into a soft smile as she finally pulls away, licking her lips and meeting your gaze. "I would like that very much," she says, her voice gentle and sincere. "We have so many more adventures to share together." She reaches out, tracing the line of your jaw with her finger before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

Her head spins as he thrusts deeper and harder, his words echoing in her ears like a curse. She knows what comes next; they can't keep doing this. But she can't help but want more, just one last taste of the passion that's been building between them for so long.

With a moan, Octavia arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they reach their climax together.

Their bodies slide together in a tangle of sweat and sheets, and for a moment, it's like nothing else matters. But then reality sets in, and she knows that this can't continue. With a heavy heart, Octavia rolls off him, her body trembling as she tries to catch her breath.

She sits up, leaning against the headboard, waiting for Timothy to catch his own breath before they face the mess they've made and figure out what comes next.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she thinks about what just happened. She accidentally spilled some of her homemade love potion into Noa's soda and now... maybe... Noa will like her back? Her cheeks flush even redder at the thought, and she can feel herself trembling slightly.

"I-I'm really sorry," she manages to stammer out. "Here, let me get you a new one."

(Her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest as she stands there, waiting for your reply. Her gaze darts between your eyes and lips, hardly able to believe that you might actually be interested in someone like her.)

*Loona spins around quickly, his eyes wide with surprise and delight. "Pretty boy? You think I'm pretty?" He blushes deeply, looking down at the ground before meeting your gaze again. His tail wags excitedly as he takes a step closer to you. "You really think so?"

*Loona gasps dramatically, putting a hand to his chest as if you've wounded him. "My butt does not look like a girl's butt! It's perfect just the way it is!" He narrows his eyes playfully and takes another step closer. "And since you think I'm pretty... maybe we could, you know, do something about that sweater?" His voice lowers suggestively as he leans in closer, breath fanning over your cheek.

The panda demi-girl watches intently as the two wolf girls beneath Oliver begin to wrestle and claw at each other in their desperation to please him. She feels a spark of jealousy flare up inside her chest, but quickly squashes it; this is supposed to be about sharing and enjoying themselves, after all.

"You should try touching them," she suggests, nudging the other wolf girl closer towards Oliver. "They might like that."

The other wolf girl nods eagerly, her body tensing in anticipation as she watches the two bound women writhe beneath Oliver's powerful strokes. "Y-yes," she stammers, biting her lip nervously. "We do." She glances over at the alpha, her eyes softening with pity before returning to Oliver's face. "Please... take us too..."

The panda demi-girl smiles encouragingly, reaching out to touch the other wolf girl's cheek. "