As the minutes passed, the last remnants of discomfort Zephyra was feeling vanished completely and the unique, tight anatomy of her rear canal began to send electric, pleasurable shocks shooting directly to her lower belly with every stroke.
Zephyra's whimpers slowly changed in tone. The painful gasps turned into soft moans that filled the quiet room.
Her hips, acting on pure instinct, began to shift backward to meet his thrusts, actively seeking the impact of his pubic bone against her bottom.
Sol felt the subtle shift in her movement, and a dark, wolfish grin spread across his face.
"Getting good, isn't it?" Sol growled in her ear, his rhythm gradually picking up speed.
"AH... Sol...!" Zephyra moaned, her head throwing from side to side on the pelts. "It's... it's so tight... it feels so strange... ah!"
Sol tested a deeper stroke.
