Ok, I hace 2 HORNY confesions about the savanaclaw darlings (Leona and Jack). 1.-I want, dream, desaire Jack's knot insiste me, growling un an extasis delirius during his heat, wowling when he cums 2.-I also want to be the breading parter of leona during his heat, i don't care if he don't leat me go, or of he hey me pregnet. Sorry for the troubles honey queen °//~//°
YOU NEVER BOTHER ME OR CAUSE ANY TROUBLES MY PRECIOUS BABY BEE!
Jack has been clingy, happier, and much more needy to say the least.
But, why wouldn't he? He's found his mate! His one and only! Someone he can share his life with and always know you're on his side- he can depend on you, and you on him. He's pawing at your hips, pulling you closer to him and further down his cock, and you start to feel the swell of his knot.
His growling in your ear, pleasure and need overtaking him, he just wants to fill you up and make you his. Your neck and shoulders are littered with marks, but there's an especially deep one near the base if your neck, next to your hairline. He's especially proud of that one, and he's been trying to get you to give him one too, no matter though. He can have you give him one another time.
You feel stretched beyond belief, his knot swelling to its largest point, this is not your first time taking it- but it always feels like it. You're settled in his lap, his back on your headboard, his face buried into your hair while you rest on his chest. You twitch them you feel him start to cum, its warm, and thick, you barely notice Jack's cries of pleasure as he grits his teeth.
You always took him so well.
Leona on the other had is possessive, unlike Jack's sweet and clingy touch, he's rougher. Rough, and yet, you can always handle it, makes sure not to give you too much, guiding you perfectly.
Your facing the opened balcony of his room, eyes almost shut from pleasure, your tanktop torn and barely hanging off of you. Leona holds your leg up and hooks is on his hip, the other supporting your head as you laid on your side, his cock filling you slowly while his face is buried between your shoulder blades.
He's slow and takes his own, torturous, pace. The ridges of his cock drag deliciously against your walls, his ears twitching at the sound, though he isn't too quiet himself. He's growling, snarling, and even whimpers- though he usually hides it behind a moan.
You're so tight, warm, wet. You make him feel like likes he's worth something, and now your letting him fill you up and use you during his heat? Though his thoughts are hazy, he does come to some realizations, so he might let out a tear or two. He's thankful your facing away.