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Like a kick-drum, Ar-Khalba's heart thudded loudly in his chest with bodily exhaustion. The rhythm of his pulse was at a breakneck speed, but it slowed fast as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through his sinewy body. His form slumped even further on top of his lover as he caught his breath -- all the while, breathing in her intoxicating scent. His thoughts remained disjointed, but now in his post coital bliss, the consort silently praised Molech's name -- thanking the many armed god for the blessings and pleasures that his life had been enriched with.

Finally, Ar-Khalba slid off of Asherah's back a word of thanks was uttered. The tether of his final thrust kept his hips linked to her, but she no longer bore the brunt of his weight. Her expression of thanks was unnecessary. Ar-Khalbal had found pleasure in bringing her to the brink. What was that old adage? If you enjoy your job, you never work a day in your life.

And so, he responded without a word, silently nosing affectionalty at the crux of the supplicant's neck.