Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

I'm sorry this has taken so long! How do you feel about fading to black at this point? I can write it like he does.... whatever... and then they part, and you can finish up the thread with your post?

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It was not something he had ever done, no. Not something he had ever been tutored in — at least as far as he knew — as Tetsubo had been crafted to take life, not create it. He had no idea that could be a potential outcome of this spontaneous meeting. Yet he had his orders, and she had requested that he act, so act he would. The shadow's next words were of interest to him for a split second, and he heard her, but Tetsubo could not simply stop here; his body was eager for this event, whether he understood it or not. She had given him instruction, and while he waited for something further, by her own admission there would be no futher aid — he would either figure it out or he would fail, at which point Tetsubo's life was forfeight in accordance to his training. 

So, that left one option: complete the task.

Personally Tetsubo had no idea what to do; this was obvious enough. Yet his body did respond to her's, and it was not so hard to let go of some control, allowing his body to pilot itself. He watched her the entire time. He was careful, cautious, and one could argue, tender, as his chest lifted up and he braced himself roughly across the small of her back. Tetsubo squared himself behind her, hooked her hips with his forelimbs, shuffled, and eventually found himself a steady hold — but what next? He would bumble like this for a few more minutes surely, and the eagerness of his body was immensely strange to him. It probed at the dark woman, entered her in the wrong place at least once, and then as their bodies aligned and he brought himself forward with a locking thrust, Tetsubo vacated his body entirely. 

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Mentally the boy did not know where he went. He was there, then he was not, and when he returned to himself the event was over; he felt the heat in his body and the knot between his legs, but did not know how anything had transpired. The feelings associated with their coupling would forever be a mystery to him, as Tetsubo's dissociation left him in a great black pit of emptiness. He was glassy-eyed as he sat there, mouth agape, tongue lolling. When finally he could remove himself from her and stand on his own feet, he did so willingly — roughly — and stood poised behind her for... More orders, perhaps, or maybe he was just so overwhelmed by the strangeness and the darkness that he couldn't function at all anymore. He watched the back of the woman's head and then turned away, fully defferential now that his duty had been completed.

I took forever to get this post out, ahhh. But yes, an end here sounds fine. Thanks for the thread~

Patience had been demonstrated as she'd waited to see how the male might proceed, whether it be towards or away from her. To coach him through the act itself, she knew she could not, for demanding did the notion seem and she would not treat him in such a way. Yet, there arose within her some sense of relief when he'd started to move, covering her body with his own and then finding his grip. A breath had been trapped within her throat when his body had started its search, his initial entrance having been almost entirely unpleasant. Briefly, she'd considered twisting away from him after that, but her interest was dragged back once he'd hit his true mark. She knew not that, in that moment, he'd gone elsewhere, nor would she ever. Her entire self had been given to him, mind either absent or busy, too much so to realize his absence.

When finally they had parted—a moment in which she'd been surprised by his suddenness—she'd kept her gaze ahead of her as her mind was reined back in. Once she'd looked back towards him, it was not his eyes that she'd been made to see, and so she'd turned to face him fully. A slow approach was made, a soft nudge offered to his shoulder, and then she was gone. He was a creature of few words, she had noticed, and so she'd not bother him any further by chasing after a conversation. Should their paths someday cross again, perhaps she would do so. Presently, however, she'd departed, sparing him a few glances before it was no longer that he could be seen.