"Don't slow down or stop now. Don't waver, Mononobe. That's what gets you into trouble," and Miko heard it. Miko understood the desire, the questioning of herself, and Miko answered, ground out between the soft pants of the grinding of Futo's knee between her legs. With the cloth on it was a little... rough. Painful, and if it went on too long it'd rub her skin raw, but it also, in a way felt good.

Not that the animalistic thing was entirely lost on her, but she also wasn't an animal as it were. Not a youkai, or anything that would really feel the significance of it.