The Sentinels you have no one to blame but yourself [M]

he had not yet done her the small bit of pain so unjustly assigned to those of her gender, but her soft and catlike sounds beneath him assured the druid that she was wanting, awaiting the next foray into their mutual pleasure. and so he moved forward firmly, a flicker of guilt that he might hurt her warring with the primality of his brain. the latter emerged victorious; thus, after another, briefer pause, lasher carried his lover into the age-old dance of twined and desirous bodies.