The shaman gets your message, and gets into a very good rhythm very, very quickly. The back of your mind makes a few jokes about auspicious lovemaking, and fated pleasure. You're also quite certain that what the shaman growled at you was a yes, but then she started thrusting in earnest and you had other, more pleasant things to think about.<br/><br/>Like how the shaman's leaking cock was managing to hit just the right spots inside of you, and how there was a small rush of ... something, and you feel like you could just milk your partner dry in a minute if you wanted to.