It's possible it's Iramaat; she tends to go large with whatever she does. Maybe that includes orgasms? Whatever the reason, she's slowly coming down from the high and gets a hint of that jealousy, but she attributes it to his own needs and wants as he presses against her. She breathes easy and slow, her whole body still feeling flushed and overwarm.

"You can have me," she murmurs in reply as she slides the toy free of herself and sets it aside. She reaches out for him, grabs a handful of his shirt so she can lean over and kiss him with an intense hunger that ripples through their bond. She can feel his want already and it makes her shiver.

"Come here-" She rolls onto her side and slots herself back against his chest, being careful not to let her antlers hit him in the face. There's a hand between them, guiding his cock between the smooth fur of her thighs. She closes around it, engulfs it for a moment as she rocks back against him, letting the length slide back and forth against the wet mess that's been made of her cunt.

"Better...?" She says over her shoulder.