FOX
Fox needs no encouragement to fill her completely, moaning into their kiss and breaking it only when he can feel the breath burning in his lungs. One arm remains braced above her head, the other hand slipping beneath her hips as if to encourage the arch of her back. "Gods, you feel amazing," he mutters, the words all but lost against the way his mouth is pressed against the side of her neck.
The hunter isn't one to roughly and recklessly fuck anyone unless he's specifically told to, but there's no denying that there's something possessive in the roll and thrust of his hips. His fingers flinch against Kiada's lower back as if he wants to somehow have more of her even while having her, and gods if it doesn't make this as exquisitely frustrating as it is pleasurable.
The hunter isn't one to roughly and recklessly fuck anyone unless he's specifically told to, but there's no denying that there's something possessive in the roll and thrust of his hips. His fingers flinch against Kiada's lower back as if he wants to somehow have more of her even while having her, and gods if it doesn't make this as exquisitely frustrating as it is pleasurable.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.