[ Having her clothes ripped off wasn't a particular fantasy of hers--but on the other hand, if he was going to insist upon it, then she might as well take advantage of it. And seeing how excited he was to get her naked--well, that was the real turn-on. She hadn't counted on how much colder she'd feel without them, though, and even before he teases her nipple he'll find it's stiffened. ]

They're called stockings

[ Not that she suspects he cares about the name of "whatever's on her legs" as he continues to divest her of the rest of her clothes until she's otherwise completely naked. If she's honest--it's a little intimidating to be seen like this, and if he'd hesitated even once, she might have lost her courage. But Hak knows what he wants--has known for years--and whether it's because of that or some latent monstergirl kink to go with his stocking kink, he's apparently not at all daunted by these things as he pulls her up and against him.

He's incredibly, blissfully warm--hot even-- and she wraps her arms around his neck and shoulders to soak up as much of his body heat as possible, moaning loudly when his mouth captures one of her breasts and again even louder as he finally sinks into her core, deeper and deeper. Instinctively, she presses her thighs tighter around Hak's hips, trying to draw him closer still. ]

Is that how good it feels? It's not even real?

[ There's a sort of tender warmth to her voice--not quite teasing, full of love and amusement. ]

Why don't you try moving? See how real it feels then.