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His heart raced like a rabbit against her back, and she soaked up the moment. The weight of him, the warmth of him on her and in her. He slid from her back, though they were bound still. She had been told of this, knew not to pull. It was strange, their union symbolized in such a real way. They were bound together now, no matter where Molech may lead them. It would be Ar-Khalba who had taken her virginity. Though they were not mates, they were lovers now and onward.

He nosed her neck and she rumbled a growl of affection, leaning into his touch. She nibbled at the fur behind his ears, then leaned into him. She felt him slowly shrinking in size within her, the flesh that kept them tethered returning to normal size. She felt suddenly cold compared to the fire she'd felt before, suddenly so much smaller than she had been in her moment of ecstasy. She merely rubbed her face into Ar-Khalba's neck and pushed the thoughts away. She would be on fire again, Ar-Khalba would not let her be unsatisfied.

Her mind was spinning with all that had happened, with the touch of his tongue to the weight of him on her. She wondered if there were ways she could please him outside of being mounted. It was his given duty to pleasure her, but what if she desired to give pleasure herself? Were there other methods she had been equally blind to? Thoughts for another time.