I NEED THE MMC CROONING in a slutty way
Sometimes soothing, sometimes teasing. I feel like it is purr-adjacent. And I need more of it.
Please help me!
Here are some of my favorite crooning examples.
{the centaur in my valley by l.v. Lane}
>!“Good girl,” he croons. “Let me fill you all up.”
He rocks gently, flexing his length inside me. I whimper, sure I cannot take anymore, but I do, and another climax sweeps through me.
He groans, rocking as I clamp down over him. “My balls ache with the strain of trying to fill your hungry cunt.” He slips from me in a rush, hooves clattering and thudding as they hit the ground.”!<
{mate by Ali hazelwood}
>!He shakes his head. Twists his hand so that it curves around my cheek. “Hush,” he croons into my ear. “You’re all worked up. And wet. Just a handful of days “from your first Heat.” His teeth scrape against my jaw. “It’s okay. I know how hard this is. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
I agree with a mindless nod. The need in my blood is rising. I will die without this.
“I’m going to make you come, however many times you need. And then I’m going elsewhere to make myself come.”!<
{morning glory milking farm by c.m. nascosta}
>!“She’d wondered, once, if he would say filthy things to her in his stern, always-in-control voice, but she’d never imagine hearing it this way, in a dark croon at her temple. One of his thick fingers pressed into her heat and her legs shot out, kicking at nothing, and Violet understood why some of the minotaurs at the farm shook as if they’d just been struck by lightning when they came. She wasn’t sure what was short-circuiting “her brain faster—the way he was rubbing her or the things he was saying, but when his finger withdrew, only to re-enter a breath later with a second, she knew she was finished. He fucked into her with a solid, steady pump of his wrist, stroking her inner walls and never letting up the pressure on her clit, and she was nearly embarrassed by how quickly she unspooled under his ministrations, her orgasm building in a tight coil of pressure. When she clenched around him, thighs quivering, he gave a low hum of approval, continuing his movement until her contractions slowed, the pleasurable pulsing of her peak fading away. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes withdraw his hand and suck his fingers clean, as calm and collected as he ever was, just as the server reappeared to refill the water glasses.”!<
The infamous {dead of summer by a.j. Merlin} which I hate but also love and reread frequently.
>!“Oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?” Kayde murmurs, not even having the decency to sound out of breath while I gasp around a pink silicone dog bone. “Come for me, baby. I know you want to. Just be quiet, okay? Bite down and try not to make a lot of noise.”
For some reason, it’s the talking that does it. His crooning against my ear, and the whispered sweetheart that follows the rest of his words. My body stiffens, and a heel hooks against his shoulder to pull him closer to me as I come, my eyes shut hard.”!<
And, of course, Rhys. The king of crooning.
>!“I’ll leave you to rot the next time you have a nightmare,” I hissed, my eyes still shut and body locked as he snapped out his wings to ease us into a steady glide.
“No, you won’t,” he crooned. “You liked seeing me naked too much.”
“Prick.”!<