It’s always hard to tell who’s more insatiable. Even as many times as she says no, it’s not like Fauna ever really stands firm. The amount of times Melody has to stream things not involving any sort of physical strain is enough proof of that,,
It's even better when one considers that the feral brutality of Nature is matched by how easily Melody fixes herself up right away.
An endless circle of mating, only ending whenever Fauna decides to give the android a chance to rest in her arms.
She’d never say it but judging by the ruthless pounding of her hips and the more feral traits of Mother Nature manifesting as the runic painted leather of her sac pounds the synthetic lower half into a crater,,,, she loves it just fine as well-