Yeah that helps a lot. Most of the tension eases out of her body and she relaxes more into the snuggle, sighing happily. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After a few more minutes of tummy rub she threads a hand through his hair and kisses him.

Ooh.

He kisses back.

"I love you," she murmurs. Kiss. "I know what you want." Kiss. "I want to give it to you." Kiss.

"You're amazing."

This situation needs more kisses and fewer clothes.

Those might be difficult to achieve simultaneously!

Well, then. Kisses followed by pulling up her skirt.

She...did not bother with a loincloth this morning. And her inner thighs are heavily streaked with blood.

Maybe he doesn't actually need to take off any of her clothes. Maybe he can just shove her skirt up and put his hand between her legs. That sounds like a plan.

She makes a pleasedly startled noise when he touches her.

He strokes her with his fingers and licks blood from her thigh, and then he has his mouth on her and his fingers inside her and everything is covered in blood and it's wonderful.

She gives a gasping shriek and tangles her fingers in his hair and wraps her legs around his torso.

Better and better.

"Please, yes, yes," she moans.

He thinks he would like to get her off this way at least once before he fucks her.

It doesn't take terribly long before she's shuddering against his tongue and fingers, her legs tightening around him and her hands clenching in his hair and her voice raising to a high point.

She is so good and so lovely and so fucking delicious and he loves her so much.

He really wants to fuck her but he turns out to want to make her do this again much more.

She is. So incredibly. Happy with that decision.

Good.

And at the relevant point she does it again, slightly louder on the voice part.

All right, now he wants to fuck her.

This is also a good decision.

Mmmmmmmmmm.

"This is such a good way to deal with cramps," she says breathlessly.