Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

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suddenly this is playing in my head, and the seriousness of the moment is ruined! Lemmie know if I should change anything.

There was no going back from this. Were he successful, Lazarus would be the master of the mountain - of her, of all of them - and he knew somewhere within his heat-fogged mind that it would not last. But that did not matter. He did not think, only reacted, succumbing to the most basal of instincts: the urge to reproduce. She was snared by him and fighting it, wriggling in his grasp like a great black mamba; each twist and twitch of her body aroused him, and before long Lazarus was rumbling a pleasant note from deep within his chest. He struggled against her will; his love of her said, this is what she wants. His immense desire parried, take her, take her, she is playing with you!

And, having finally climbed atop the mountain, Lazarus plunged forth, wedging his chest atop her hindquarters, her back, nearly reaching her shoulders, practically pinning her with his bear-like body. He was too large, so large that he had her forced upon the ground, but with some extra positioning - done hastily - he found his way inside. The rumbling became a purr. He licked the air, tasted her ink-dark fur as he nibbled hungrily upon the nape of her neck, and then gripped hard as the two of them connected. He did not just own the mountain — Lazarus had become one with it.