[ A little of both, really. She doesn't have the same level of control as male Alteans do of their sex, but when she thinks of how she wants to be touched, her body reacts accordingly. He stroke he gives her sends a shiver down her spine, and she even catches a giggle as his finger brushes the tip of one of the petals. She has yet to really explore that part of her body again, but nothing feels strange or out of place--on the contrary, it feels like everything is just how it should be.
As soon as he presses inside, the petals try to close around his hand. They can't really, of course, but the signal is clear that she wants him inside of her in whatever fashion he's willing to give. He'll find that she's soft and smooth inside and her inner walls flutter and squeeze back down on his fingers. As he moves, she gasps, the petals of her sex always open for him to return while hugging him down when he does. Her sex quickly becomes more and more slick, especially as he teases her from within and without, and the almost sweet smell of her arousal is hard to ignore.
Allura keens, muttering something in Altean as her facial markings glow bright. Her lips are at his jaw, whatever she can find in front of her, and her nails dig into his back. The his fingers move and press inside of her, the brighter she becomes. Ridges start to become more apparent inside of her in spiraling patterns that peek through the smooth texture of her inner sex, creating more sensitive and textured paths to follow. ]
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As soon as he presses inside, the petals try to close around his hand. They can't really, of course, but the signal is clear that she wants him inside of her in whatever fashion he's willing to give. He'll find that she's soft and smooth inside and her inner walls flutter and squeeze back down on his fingers. As he moves, she gasps, the petals of her sex always open for him to return while hugging him down when he does. Her sex quickly becomes more and more slick, especially as he teases her from within and without, and the almost sweet smell of her arousal is hard to ignore.
Allura keens, muttering something in Altean as her facial markings glow bright. Her lips are at his jaw, whatever she can find in front of her, and her nails dig into his back. The his fingers move and press inside of her, the brighter she becomes. Ridges start to become more apparent inside of her in spiraling patterns that peek through the smooth texture of her inner sex, creating more sensitive and textured paths to follow. ]