Emily
The Changeling was crying out with each thrust, that tension, all too familiar now, rising higher and higher, waves of pleasure eroding at the foundations of what little of Emily was still capable of rational thought by this point. Even so, she couldn't help but arch back a little into the kiss with a groan. It was at this point, however, that what little of Emily was capable of lucid thought realized she wasn't getting far enough fast enough. All the pleasure she'd already been put through had numbed her to what she was currently being subjected to, just a bit. Impossible as it seemed, she needed more.
"I...I know," Emily managed to get out amidst ecstatic cries, "But...can you...get a bit...rougher?"