[Shulk purses his lips at that cheeky grin, a veritable pout, but it's all he can muster, letting his head slam back against the mattress as Crow continues.
The harpy trills from the pleasure that hits him in waves, hips rolling time with Crow's, the attention to his cock and the press of the mer inside him making him writhe, pulling at the mer's hair like it's a lifeline.
At least, that's how it is at first. The high that was building starts to wane...he feels oddly tired, thirstier when Crow gets more enthusiastic. Which the harried pace is nice, still, but the harpy licks at dry lips. His hold on Crow's hair slackens then, and he'd lift his head, say something is wrong, but he can't. Tries, before flopping uselessly. Struck by sudden weakness and dizziness in tandem, and all he can do is croak weakly. His head is pounding.
Something...something's not right, is the brief thought his brain musters, Shulk staring up at the ceiling. His eyes start to burn.]
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The harpy trills from the pleasure that hits him in waves, hips rolling time with Crow's, the attention to his cock and the press of the mer inside him making him writhe, pulling at the mer's hair like it's a lifeline.
At least, that's how it is at first. The high that was building starts to wane...he feels oddly tired, thirstier when Crow gets more enthusiastic. Which the harried pace is nice, still, but the harpy licks at dry lips. His hold on Crow's hair slackens then, and he'd lift his head, say something is wrong, but he can't. Tries, before flopping uselessly. Struck by sudden weakness and dizziness in tandem, and all he can do is croak weakly. His head is pounding.
Something...something's not right, is the brief thought his brain musters, Shulk staring up at the ceiling. His eyes start to burn.]