Aamon rolls over in bed on top of Ahri, clearly tired as bleary, orange eyes stare down at her. His claws spread her legs apart as he pushes his hips forward. "Mmnn, just had such a nice dream about you...~" and with no other words, he pushes his rigid, precum slicked cock into her. "I'm gonna breed you so hard~ Ready?"
Delirious, barely awake by the shifting weight which had rolled on top of her, Ahri struggled to blink up at him through foggy half lidded eyes. She'd just been dreaming about strawberry cakes and now his intense eyes were staring down at her with more than just sleep behind them.
"Wha-" Legs parting easy with his guidance, the Vixen had no time to ask him fully what he was doing until she felt his slick head at her core. Not that she particularly minded, hell, on another night this exact thing might've been her personal wet dream.
It didn't help her from groaning at the sudden intrusion however. Hands playing over his shoulders while she wrestled between sleep and reality "Hmmmm Fuck you~".














