Sun Mote Copse And They Become One Flesh [m?]

As Ar-Khalba had mirrored her, she could see the desire flashing in his eyes. It made her own grow stronger, more needy. She wanted him as she'd never wanted anything before, knowing that her heat would make this coupling all the better than any before. And if they were blessed she could bring children.

He chased her, surging behind her with what seemed like ease. She weaved between trees, her heart pounding with excitement. She was the prey on this hunt, but too she was the one in control. It was wonderful, exhilarating. Occasionally she felt gentle nips at her flanks, Ar-Khalba's reminder that he was with her, that she was not losing him. She sent a glance behind her, watching him for only a second. It was her intention for him to stop her run, for him to claim her. She would not falter, not even with his nips so teasingly close to her throbbing womanhood. 

She longer to stop, to allow him to crash into her with heat and passion, tongues and mounting and pleasure. But she wouldn't. "Will you stop me, Ar-Khalba? Or will you let me slip away?" She shouted back to him, the wind stealing her words. She inhaled deep and surged forward as fast as she could. She darted behind trees and bushes, swirling and ducking to place distance between them. Would he catch her now? Dash at her and send them both tumbling in a tangle of bodies? Cut off her path and thunder toward her with desire burning in his eyes? Could he mount her at a run? While not all were feasible ideas her mind tumbled and turned with the possibilities of the end of her game. She would not allow her mind to venture towards him not catching her. She didn't think her body could handle such disappointment. 

This pairing would show both their prowess, her for showing that she could deny her own pleasure and show restraint and he for proving his physical form. Their children, were any to come from this union, would be strong warriors and priestess of Molech.