Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

Together they rocked back and forth to nature's steady rhythm: the span of which Reek himself did not even know. He was lost in the movement, in the moment, and in her. His head was awash with wave after wave of endorphins, each crashing over him in a way that was more intense than the last. He was merely a floatsome caught in the current, blissfully riding along with the motion of his hips.

With his body, he lay claim to her. She no longer belonged to Terich -- instead, her heart was Reek's, and his, her's in turn.

As Reek's sensitivity grew, his pace quickened. As she neared the edge, he himself found he was near release as well. He thrusted deep and his muscles coiled tightly as he was wracked with an intense wave of pleasure. Unable to keep himself silent, a tired, breathy moan passed Reek's lips.