[ He isn't wrong. The blotchy mess of feelings she can taste rolling off him are an even more indulgent treat than her sugary breakfast was. It has the tart, acidic sour-sweetness of a rich, expensive wine, something to savor as intently as you can.

And savor it she does, her mouth falling open under his with a moan. She's so slick and ready for him that even with the brutal force of his thrusts, her body welcomes him in greedily. And when his fingers tighten into her hair, there's no complaint - just an eager lashing of her tail against the mattress and a breathy laugh against his lips. ]

Y-you're the one who went and starved yourself...! You think I would've turned you down?

[ After all - the more he gets a taste for it, the better, right? She's a generous hostess. She'll always have the table set and ready for him. ]

You think I didn't want it too...? You're the one who kept making excuses, not me...! ❤