"Just-- just a little to the lef--" Filled and a flash-no that isn't right it's something very solid and real-a wham of sensation that's the spot and her hips roll up with a broken, "Oh yeah." She instinctively buries her face in Aeryn's neck, fingers tight on her arm.

It's a few moments of increasingly hard panting and absolute incoherency and she can't think can't breathe and there may be more talking against Aeryn's throat, but who the hell knows? Not Plourr, certainly, and she has no idea what's coming out of her mouth but it's those few minutes of heat and kriffkriffkriff before she's shuddering herself to pieces.