OOM: With Moist while female

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's room looks just the same as always, tiles and silk, opulence and comfort, as the door opens for Urquhart and Moist.

Only Urquhart doesn't.

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[scots_wolf]

She moans and thrashes in wordless wanting.

[morethanprops]

That's what he wants and he moves faster, his own moans growing louder as he feels himself closer to the edge.

[scots_wolf]

She screams -- literally screams -- with pleasure, when she reaches her own edge, a few moments later.

[morethanprops]

He collapses on her, dotting kisses and moves her hair off her face,

"Mm, beautiful."

[scots_wolf]

She's unable to say anything, for the moment.

Her breathing is slowing down again, and aftershocks are coursing through her body in lengthening waves.

She is quite busy with that.

[morethanprops]

Moist gently moves off her, keeping his arm around her body and watches her face, this is a strange and rather fascinating spell.

[scots_wolf]

She moves closer, with a languid little wiggly, just wanting to feel him, warm and strong beside her.

In any body, Urquhart enjoys the fascinating mixture of soft and rough that is so uniquely Moist.

[morethanprops]

He shifts to hold her and kiss her hair which is still the same though her body is so different.

[scots_wolf]

"This was wonderful," she finally manages.

She turns her head to kiss his lips.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, we'll have more later,"

He lengthens the kiss, drawing her to fit into his body.

[scots_wolf]

And fit she does.

Very well.

Oh, Moist. He's -- well, there is no word for it.

Not in Urquhart's vocabulary.-