Ryja wasn't prepared for this, but she's so very, very into it. It must be because they do want to fuck her, even if they don't have an expectation, or a preference. What would happen if this was their preference? It will probably be their expectation, now... Part of her is thinking about it, working out how this quirk of her body is responding to them. She can't help it, she is a Scholar, and Astrologian. Thinking too much is literally her job.

But the rest of her, the rest of her is grounded in her body, screaming out in pleasure... Pleasure that doesn't seem to have a peak. No mechanism for climax, just more pleasure. It spreads, down her legs, to her toes, to the place where the small claws start. Each kiss, each stroke of their tongue pushing it further. Up, back to her chest, and she can't help herself from digging nails into her breasts, sharp, sharper than she meant and drawing just a tiny little bit of blood.

"Bite? Please, bite, sharp, please." Her words appear to have failed, and all she can manage is a desperate request for more. She knows Jean's teeth are sharp...