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

Now that Ar-Khalba was upon her, the fragrant scent of oestrus was at its strongest. He was in flame with need, yet Asherah made things difficult. She fought back, squirming and growling beneath him like a trapped beast. Despite his gentle proclivities, Ar-Khalba was an animal on a physical sense. As Asherah initially fought against him, he was driven further into the throes of desire. He would have her, even if he had to work for her.

Eventually, Asherah stopped fighting and she allowed herself to give into the same driving force that compelled Ar-Khalba to take control. She wrenched her hips into his as if to force entry, but her clumsy attempt missed its mark. Ar-Khalba recovered quickly, and on his second attempt, he slipped freely, easily into Asherah's delicate embrace.

His handling, however, was far from delicate. Once he had made his way inside, Ar-Khalba moved within his lover with force.