( He hardly minds it. It is what Kiritsugu wanted for her, after all. To feel loved, cared for. With the way she grips and digs her fingernails into his back, he can tell she's getting where she needed to be, thus, allowing himself to slip with her. Keeping up with her growing pace, thrusting into her cunt until he feels her back arch-- causing him to collapse against the bed, his seed spilling inside of her.
With his cock still firm inside of her, he doesn't think to pull out, not yet. But he does want to simply hold her, dote on her in this shared state of ecstasy. Pulling her into his arms, his fingers thread into her hair, lips nuzzling against her forehead. )
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With his cock still firm inside of her, he doesn't think to pull out, not yet. But he does want to simply hold her, dote on her in this shared state of ecstasy. Pulling her into his arms, his fingers thread into her hair, lips nuzzling against her forehead. )
How are you feeling, knuddelbär?
( Raspy voice and all, did he just...? )