There's a soft little oh from Iramaat as his hands shift. She claws at him, tries to get a better grip, and then he's rocking over her, fingers against her clit and massaging a breast. Her eyelids flutter shut and she rocks back against him, breath coming in little pants and soft, muted cries of pleasure. She's riding this out now, surging towards the edge and desperately trying to cling on for as long as she can. Her teeth worry at her lower lip as she rises up on her hooves with another groan.

"Oh, Everett, right there-"