[ Basch hadn't understood. His human mind was still too present, and it wasn't a thing he'd ever considered. His wolf mind, though, his body-- both tremble, the moan from him shuddering and wanton.
He has no idea what he's doing, but Olivine is pleased, and so he barrels forward. He doesn't even go soft, not for a moment, his pace still punishing. But he leans forward, crumpling Olivine further, nails biting into his flesh. ]
How much can you take? Will you be full first, or will I be spent first?
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He has no idea what he's doing, but Olivine is pleased, and so he barrels forward. He doesn't even go soft, not for a moment, his pace still punishing. But he leans forward, crumpling Olivine further, nails biting into his flesh. ]
How much can you take? Will you be full first, or will I be spent first?