Nanako
Nanako gasped as Sethrol's frame swelled with power, relishing how his obliques throbbed between her thighs. Fresh sparks lit in her core as she fought against him, legs clenching down on him as he held firm for now. Her heart raced with the excitement, his words only just registering. Still, she heard him, even as his fist drilled into her belly, bending her over as spit and air sprayed from her mouth and fresh pain sent shivers along her spine.
She felt some stirring inside her, clawing at her mind, and reached for it. Reaching for that energy that he spoke of...and found nothing. The squirrel girl was surprised, feeling like she was in freefall, flailing for anything she could reach in her heated frenzy, before she finally managed to latch onto something. Without thinking, she grabbed on tight, bringing a fist back as she tried to draw it in, only to stop short.
Ethereal wings tore their way out of her back, shedding feathers and flaring out wide before folding behind her again. Nanako's grip on Sethrol's waist slackened as she felt the new limbs, eyes quivering in realization. Torn from the heat haze of the fight, Nanako detached herself from Sethrol and darted back, breathing heavily as she tried to slow her pounding heart. Her guard was still up, but her eyes darted about, unfocused, as the wings vanished in a spray of feathers.
"That was," she started before trailing off, shaking her head and starting again, "That wasn't it, right?"