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Ondine was getting close — he felt it in the new way her body reacted to his, felt it as she tightened around him. She moved against him, with him, and as his own release neared his pace quickened, the roll of his hips short and quick. It built and rose within him like a tsunami wave collecting before it crashed upon the earth leaving destruction in it's wake. The metaphorical wave crashed with a low groan into the fur of her scruff from Kjalarr as his hips stilled against her's, the swell keeping him immobile. He desired to crash upon her but knowing that his weight upon her would be an unwelcome burden, especially since he had felt the tremble of her legs moments before his zenith was reached he released the fur of her scruff and carefully, slowly slid off of her, careful not to pull at the knot that tied them together moved so that they were standing back to back. His breathing had not yet calmed from the heavy pants but there was a dumb smirk on his face, satisfied as mother nature continued the next act of their union. He glimpsed over his shoulder at her licking his jowls as his head swung back, arrogant enough to wonder what she thought.