For a while, you allow Phylla to slowly adapt to your presence inside of her and the stretching of her vaginal walls; something she reacts to with soft moans of pleasurable appreciation. She wears her obvious discomfort at being forcefully stretched by your animalistic stallion-prick, but you see she can hardly complain as her body cradles yours in an attempt to keep you where you are. Once you feel she’s comfortable you start slowly pumping away at her, gradually building your own rut.
You feel the smaller set of her hands move between your legs and start to fondle your two grapefruit-sized nuts. The moans that escape her lips pick up in both volume and stress as she knowingly encourages your lustful efforts on. The working of her hips in concert with your thrusts affirms her readiness for your full force, giving you the all clear to pin her down and free your sexual aggression on her tight little love hole; slamming your cock into her, picking up the force and tempo behind each thrust.
Phylla’s own sporadic moaning begins to mimic your movements, increasing in sync with each hard thrust into her. The many soft, delicate hands of the ant morph cling to the bedding and tighten with each gyration, intent on not letting go until you both achieve your mutual satisfaction.
Phylla abruptly connects her mouth to yours with another fierce kiss, darting her tongue in your mouth and against yours, slapping it around with surprising ferocity as your saliva intermingles. Your carnal pleasures suddenly begin to mix and intertwine with something... else. It dawns on you that Phylla has initiated her “link” once more; Pleasures, of your own and your lover, are shared between you both instantaneously. The primal need to guide your flat-tipped horse-member deeper into her passes from her mind to yours. With this new shared perception you feel the walls of her vagina sending pulses down your shaft, washing you in waves of pleasure. Her long cilt drags along the shaft of your cock, causing her to arch her back again and again. Your thrusting comes to a rapid staccato as your hips and hers work together in shared concert. Yet, you can feel her grasping and understanding your rut; your need to work your cock just right along her depths. Your need to penetrate her as hard as you can as you both build your orgasms. Your feeling of the uncontrollable, primal urge to inseminate her love canal and breed her to bear your young. You unknowingly make a snarl and grind your teeth together as you pound away at her, too consumed by animal like lust to notice.