Heron Lake Plateau eye of wrath

As Ar-Khalba drove her past the precipice of pleasure, he too lost himself in the motion once more. It was a longer affair this time compared with the last, and a bit less intense on his end, but he soon found himself nearing the edge as well. The final push he needed was the sound of her voice, wrought with pleasure and signaling a job well done. His legs trembled and he ground his teeth, finding himself unable to control the low, pleased sound that rumbled in his throat as well.

Utterly exhausted, Khalba slunk off his queens back. As their tether came undone, he staggered, but remained upright and watched as his queen came to settle on the ground. As she fixed her gaze upon him, he lowered his head and accepted her praise with humility. A brief smile played across his handsome features. "The honor is mine," he spoke, quiet like whisper carried away on his shallow breath.