[You know, she's always wondered why women make those very specific sounds when they couple. It's so distinctive, and you can hear it from a great distance. But now she finally realizes, as she catches herself having already transitioned from whimpers to full-blown sex noises, that it's not, in fact, a conscious decision after all. It is a noise the body makes all on its own when your mind is busy getting blown away.]

[How does it feel to completely unravel a god with your dick, Gentiana?]




[Then—!]

[—suddenly! bewilderingly! she's sitting in his lap again, and yet (like magic!) he is still inside her. The thing to do seems obvious here (and more importantly, she is desperate,) so without missing a beat, she wraps herself around him and picks up where they left off.]

[Somewhere, her bingo square for "ride a monster" is busy checking itself.]