Twisted Slough You've never seen a bastard orphan [m]ore in need of a break

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The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: Awkward accidental??? sexy times, fading to black for most of it since Tryphon is having a disassociative episode.

As it had been with Saghani, it would be with this ghost. Though their playfulness was much different from the rough manner in which Tryphon and the shadow had coupled, as soon as she moved her hips against him and he felt heat well up in his belly and groin, Tryphon nearly tripped himself up in trying to escape; however, part of him wanted this, whether he understood what was happening or not. The man descended in to beastmode, fully, and stared wide-eyed and wild at the back of the woman's head, imagining it to be a snowcapped mountain rather than a living, breathing, warm body. He spaced out almost entirely while his forelimbs pulled her close, again and again, until the heat of his groin became a knot that tied them both together, and even after! Tryphon's disassociation was overwhelming, but complete. The only awareness he experienced came after a great convusion pulled ecstacy from his soul — and in feeling that flee his body, filling the pale stranger, he gasped in the manner of a death-rattle, and groggily slouched across her quaking hindquarters.