Feeling Kilo's gentle caress Korono smiled gently it seemed to put her at ease, and her sore muscles vanished instantly upon his touch. As he turned her to face him her eyes locked to his. Her arms moved in caresses to wrap around his frame wishing to simply hold her mate, and show him her own love. Her tails flattened to her back and seemingly melted into her back as if they were  tattoos by a master artist. Before she could speak she felt his desire upon her hard, and wanting. Not for a wild romp as before, but a gentle distraction of need. The touch of his hardened member stir a soft blush to her cheeks. Yet this was not of embarrassment, but coaxed out of arousal. As he entered her warmth that cradled his swollen member she bit her bottom lip to deter a soft airy moan which threatened mutiny within her throat. His soft movements that proved to keep the constant gently feel of a warm winding coil within her stationary, and yet present without distracting her of their conversation. Leaning into Kilo she smiled gently melting herself against his frame as she enjoyed their union. Allowing herself to feel him for a moment and not just the pleasure he caused Korono was surprised to find she could not tell where he ended and she began. Perhaps they were a perfect fit; she mused moving slightly now, and then to occasionally hit a delicious spot that caused her walls to grip Kilo's cock.<br/><br/>"We are not completely mated my love. Yes you have gained my fox fire, but that is because I have given you all of myself. At the mating ceremony tonight I will give you even my oath of loyalty, and submission. I will imprint upon you, and with that you will feel my feelings. Should you chose to do the same I will feel you in the same way. The imprint will hurt a little as I will bite you, and allow a part of my life force to seep into you. Should you do the same I will always be yours for life. Should you refuse me, and not return the bite with your own life force I will go into seclusion in my room for the remainder of our mating, and your claim will be pushed from my body. We will return to what we once were. My memory of our mating will be wiped, and my gifts will be removed from you." As she finished her mind filled with doubts. Would he want her? Would he return the bite? She couldn't look onto his eyes. She had stopped her movements that were so wanted, and rest her head on his shoulder. She enjoyed his rocking into her not quite hitting the spot that would cause her body to rise in passion. A greater thrust would be needed for something like that. Something possessive, and reassuring.