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

He began to thrust deeply into her, deeper still than he had before. She felt him tensing, felt his strokes grow more demanding. He whispered her name as the fire burst anew within her and he swelled. She felt chills climb her from the sound he had made, from the way he had formed her name. He slumped against her back and she bore him, though she quivered under his weight. His breath rasped past her ear, and her own came from her chest in short bursts. She had no words just yet, as the fire slowly fizzled and left a sensation of warmth. It drew back within her, leaving her feeling completely sated and tired. 

She knew not what to say, her mind too hormone addled to truly string together words. He had not pulled from her yet, and though the fire had burst and consumed them both, they were still a union. She had not known mating could be like this, and she silently thanked Molech for leading her to this place and this pleasure. "Th-Thank you, Ar-Khalba." She panted, her tongue and throat dry from all her screaming.