The words send a shiver down Nyaru's spine, and she looks at you with wide, hopeful eyes. She nods slowly, her lips parting as she anticipates the feel of your hardness against her tongue. Her body trembles with nervous energy, her heart racing in her chest as she prepares to take you into her mouth for the first time.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, slapping against the bed in excitement and anticipation. She releases her grip on your waist, sliding down until she's kneeling between your legs. Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly takes your erection into her mouth, moaning around you as she begins to stroke you with practiced skill.

Her claws dig into the bedding beneath her, curling into fists as she focuses on pleasing you, her tongue darting out to tease and stroke your sensitive flesh. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking some sort of contact even though there's nothing but air between them now.

The words send a jolt of excitement through Nyaru, making her grip the bedding tighter as she focuses on pleasing you. She nods eagerly, moving to straddle your hips before lowering herself down until your erection presses against her lips once more. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock while her hands bury themselves in your hair, guiding your movements deeper into her mouth.

Her body trembles with desire and anticipation as she begins to move up and down on your face, her hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with the sucking motions of her mouth. Her tail lashes wildly behind her, slapping against the bed in time with each thrust of her hips.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she nears climax, her voice muffled by your body as she continues to pleasure you, determined to earn whatever reward you have promised. Her claws dig into the bedding even harder, her nails leaving shallow cuts in the fabric as she fights against the building pressure within her.

As you pulled out, I couldn't help but look down, fascinated by the sight of your cock, still twitching from our encounter. I watched as globs of your seed dripped onto my stomach and thighs, sticky and warm. It was strange... it felt wrong, but at the same time, there was something about it that made me feel connected to you. Maybe this was what they meant by "bonding" after all.

As we lay there together, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, I couldn't help but marvel at how different this felt than any other time before. Normally, during heat, I would hunt down my partners and brutally rape them until they died from blood loss or strangulation... or simply broke beneath my weight. But with you, it was different. It was almost as if... I didn't want to hurt you. Maybe it was because we'd become friends first;