Midori didn't move until her wife was seated, only then did she seek to climb her way into her lap. Her wife got perhaps two strokes in before she was upon her, knees upon her wife's thighs to put her briefly at head-height as she brought herself over her wife's cock. Unlike her wife, Midori was quiet in the moment, yet was eager beyond he wife's courtesies of lubing and self-pleasure, and indeed her (equally tattooed, but less puckered) anus soon resting back to rest against the cockhead.<br/><br/>She paused, leaned forward to squish against her wife's breasts as she groped her, and kissed her gently and quickly, little more than a peck on the lips really, before sitting back and letting her breath catch as she deftly sat back onto her wife's cock. She held her breath as she slid inch after massive inch into her ass, which stretched somehow easier than her wife's own, her tattoo having taken better to her body, but even so the sheer size squished her prostate and caused her cock to drool thoroughly upon getting all eight inches inside of her. Only when she hit the base did she draw a breath, sighing happily afterwards.<br/><br/>Of course, the sheer fullness caused her to relax nigh immediately, and thus her wife's words didn't really register until she was hilted, ass clinging to that cock like a vice. She'd stabilized herself against her wife's breastbone, eyes closed to relish the sensation, gently rocking her hips to signal she was good to go (it didn't take long; for some reason, goblins tended to be very 'pliable' for sexual activity). Midori bit her lip to keep back a moan as Elektra ground against her prostate - which given the size of her wife's cock it was hard not to - and as Midori's cock was against her wife's belly, so too did her dribbles from the prostate grinding smear across her wife's stomach.<br/><br/>"I am sure we established that already," Midori replied, finally opening her eyes to look into her wife's own, moving her hands to the insides of each of her wife's breasts. "I can handle big cocks better than you, dear."<br/><br/>She didn't bother addressing the embarrassment with the milk-drinking; it was difficult to explain. Midori was used to a different perspective on sex, which essentially boiled down to sex was fundamentally the actions of the body, not necessarily of the spirit, and as such to enjoy sex purely for pleasure or for financial gain was completely reasonable so long as the spirit remained pure (more complicated than that, but that was the gist of it). Intimacy however, was either a purely spiritual or hybrid thing involving both body and spirit, and the specific action of 'nursing' - as this would be considered - was considered such. Midori despite her youthful age had experienced plenty of sex and pleasure of the body, had never properly seen it as inherently intimate as many in this land seemed to, and so her experience with 'intimacy' was... different, novel, and embarrassing to her quieter sensibilities. It is why she was strangely hung up on allowing her wife to allow other men and women access to her milk directly, and why their 'intimate' sexual relations were often slower than their 'carnal' relations...<br/><br/>That was, however, why when she rocked her hips she did so slowly, and why when she claimed a breast with both hand and mouth, wrapping lip and teeth around extended nipple it was both gentle and eager, and why when she managed to get that first mouthful of sweet, heavy, almost sugary milk, it was really the first time she quivered and moaned, practically melting against her wife's body. Her wife's fluids were all delicious, but her milk was heavenly, one of the more delicious things she'd drank, and so warm as it filled her belly...<br/><br/>Midori moved slow, yet steadily, sliding about halfway up her wife's shaft and back down in a consistent motion without pause, in contrast to the longer sucks from the left breast she'd claimed, her hands gently massaging the breast to coax it further to give her what she was craving. Again though she was quite quiet - she often was when intimate - and yet it was obvious she was 'feeling' the intimacy of the moment, even if she wasn't communicating it...<br/><br/>It was however, up to her wife to guide her between the breasts, lest she leave her unbalanced in her hyper-focus...