Of Sensitivities Understood & Illuminated Interests

…..:::::|. Fifty-Foot-O-Rope Inn .|:::::…..

His mouth was everywhere.

His fingers, all 'round.

His tail, not allowing her to forget he had five dexterous appendages interested in ever womanly part of her. Nothing rushed. Everything delivered deliberately.

And it was indeed nothing she'd every felt before. She was unsure why she'd not seen more marriages to Zhuer men, as his tail alone was a force for overwhelming arousal. So she did things to encourage its involvement. At one point even nibbling on its soft skin to find out just how sensitive he was. His growl and quick wrap around one of her wrists let her know a few of his animalistic sensitivities.

“Do you...think about...w-what it does? She moaned out as it unwrapped from her wrist to fold softly under her bosom and round her ribs.