Sun Mote Copse Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats

He did not withhold what she wanted. He gave as she begged, as she commanded. His tongue danced and pushed, the ignition and tinder to her fire. Her thighs were wet now, the air was filled with the scent of her desire. After a moment though, Ar-Khalba slowed his tongue. She half-whine and half-growled her disagreement, leaning backwards once more. She had been so close to something. She knew not what, but something that had seemed wonderful.

He drew his head from her and she hissed a sigh of protest through her lips, opening her eyes. She looked at him, and watched as he raised and threw a limb over her hip. She nodded, understanding, eager. The first had been so good...so this could only be more so. His legs held her hips possessively as he settled himself along her back. She grunted in pleasure, she liked the weight of him on her, the feeling of him. His hips moved forward and she felt the first probings of her womanly shrine. She braced herself, then gasped as his hips drew forward and he was plunged into her. He moved slowly, but the feeling was not, at first, entirely pleasant. 

She'd never before had a male. Her body was taunt and virginal, unfamiliar. He slid slowly for her though, and she grimaced only slightly at the sudden pain that came at his first entrance. As he moved further, though, chills swept through her. Her fur rose and she moaned, a surprised breathy sound. Her eyes snapped closed as he slowly increased his force, as their bodies entangled deeper. She felt that same fire burning higher than before, consuming her again. Surely it would consume them both now, him within her, and they would burn as one. She could not control her moaning, did not try to. She had expected her first time to be more painful, but she wondered if his attentions with his tongue had helped the transition to be less pain and more pleasure.

He was filling her deeply now, the force of his thrusts jerking her body forward as they connected. Stars began to burst behind her eyes, universes dying and being born again behind her lids. His momentum continued and she felt her breath leave her, she gasped at the air like a fish without water. A shuddering pleasure spilled into her, her legs trembled but did not give. She came, screaming incoherently, and tears tumbled from the corners of her eyes. The pleasure was so much, the feelings were so intense. She teared at her blessings from Molech and from the sex. More so, she screamed her joy and pleasure to the sky. Unafraid if any heard, uncaring if they came to see. She was one with Ar-Khalba, she was one with Molech. She was living, and she was dying. She was the world, and she was nothing. The shudders continued to come, dying slowly and allowing her to catch her breath only to rise once more and fill her again.