Wolfwood allows this, allows her words to dribble like honey through his ears, into his head, to swarm; he allows the little tugs of his hips, the thrusts into him, and even pushes back on the up-thrust, drawing a little more of the dildo inside, little by little, until she remains halfway inside.

"Mmmgood...really good...feels really full, full of ya...Kara, Kara you feel--"

He, too, sighs with the heaviest of sounds, with his entire soul, and shifts up onto his knees to push himself down a little more, just a little, and twists his hips to change up the angle. His pupils are blown wide and black, fingers tight around her arms.

"Ask and ye shall receive...or something like that."