Furrysof's fingers dance over the Valkyrie figure, tracing its curves and valleys, their breath hitching as their arousal builds. The room is thick with the scent of sex, the air humid with their desire. The figure's eyes seem to follow them, hungry and eager, as Furrysof's hand moves faster, their grip tightening on their cock. With a final, shuddering groan, they mark the figure with their cum, the white streaks stark against the fur, a testament to their carnal imagination.