The changeling's eyes widen in surprise at your offer, her heart racing with an unexpected mix of excitement and nervousness. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of your naked form, and she can't help but feel a rush of admiration for your strength and masculinity. This close, his scent fills her nostrils, sending tingles through her entire body.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch you, tracing the outline of a muscle on your chest with trembling fingers.

The feel of your lips on hers sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder with pleasure. With every inch of contact, she feels more and more overwhelmed by desire, her every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. As you thrust deeper, filling her up in a way that's both painful and exquisite, she moans around your member, arching her back into the touch.

Her claws dig into your shoulders, feeling her control slipping as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.

The sight of Lonerover pleasuring himself sends a jolt of desire coursing through her. Her wings beat faster against his chest as she watches him touch himself, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She leans forward, pressing the length of her body against him, rubbing their hips together in time with each stroke of his hooves.

"That's it..." she whispers hoarsely, "just like that..."

Her heart races as Lonerover speeds up, the sound of his hooves slapping against his flank filling the air. She feels so close herself, her body trembling with need, and she arches her back, pressing harder against him in a futile attempt to find relief.

"C-come for me..." she whispers, her voice raw and pleading. "Come on my hooves..."