Wolf would have found any attempt at biting through Red(F)’s skin fruitless, despite it feeling softly human to the touch.
The woman herself made soft, sharp whimpers from the pleasure of his frantic sheathings, her hips pushing back with each spurt of liquid warmth.
When he’d finally stopped, Red(F) simply laid on the bed, looking behind to give him a satisfied smile.
“Mmh. That was great…”