July 14, 2016, 08:52 PM
His arms were tight on her body, holding her in place and claiming her for the moment. Ar-Khalba began to grow more rough in his thrusts. She found herself high on the desire, on orgasm, and found the increased force suited her well. She had not expected her first time to go anything like this. She had expected to be chased and caught, a long courtship before that. She had expected her mate to take her gently, but for pain to come all the same. She hadn't imagined the pleasure and the brutality of the motions. She heard Ar-Khalba growl low and returned the noise with a moaning rumble of her own.
There was a certain delightfulness to knowing that a male was losing his control, was so deep into the actions and, well, her body that he was lost. She enjoyed the pressure on her back and hips, the tug at her neck. Her first ideas of mating paled in comparison to this enferno she was engulfed in, and she thought she'd not want it any other way. Her shudders slowed for a time and she was able to take in the motions and the situation. She felt fully the weight and the thrusts, the rumbled of the growl Ar-Khalba issued along her spine. She arched into him and moaned again, feeling herself rising to her peak once more. How many times would she rise before he finished? She knew not, only that she enjoyed each journey there and the destination equally.
She could feel him moving within her, could feel herself clenching around him. Her senses were alight, aware of everything involved in their union. A stag could have walked past them and she would only have arched her back further into Ar-Khalba's thrusts. He was scratching an itch she didn't know she had, one that had been with her for far too long. She came once more, the light of Molech glowing bright inside her as the flame of Ar-Khalba grew.
There was a certain delightfulness to knowing that a male was losing his control, was so deep into the actions and, well, her body that he was lost. She enjoyed the pressure on her back and hips, the tug at her neck. Her first ideas of mating paled in comparison to this enferno she was engulfed in, and she thought she'd not want it any other way. Her shudders slowed for a time and she was able to take in the motions and the situation. She felt fully the weight and the thrusts, the rumbled of the growl Ar-Khalba issued along her spine. She arched into him and moaned again, feeling herself rising to her peak once more. How many times would she rise before he finished? She knew not, only that she enjoyed each journey there and the destination equally.
She could feel him moving within her, could feel herself clenching around him. Her senses were alight, aware of everything involved in their union. A stag could have walked past them and she would only have arched her back further into Ar-Khalba's thrusts. He was scratching an itch she didn't know she had, one that had been with her for far too long. She came once more, the light of Molech glowing bright inside her as the flame of Ar-Khalba grew.