Rare were those that could truly match her freak and desperate need for affection like Finnick did. So it went without saying that she was having the time of her life; glad that he was there to indulge her in so many ways. Night Sky always fell quickly — but not quite like this. He was special.

And he was hers.

The dryad chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, still slowly pressing in until she bottomed out inside him. "Don't worry, pretty baby. I will." She just wanted to enjoy the tight warmth around the fake cock first, a moan exhaled on the back of a warm breath. Night Sky pulled back and then jerked forward, starting slow with her thrusts and working herself up to a quicker, harder pace only once she was sure he could take it.