Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

Without much practice of this act Kjalarr's stamina was not what it could be. Her moans rose above his heavy pants and a low half gasp, half rumble of pleasure tore from his lips parted where his teeth grasped her scruff as she clenched around him. A few thrusts saw her through and took him to the accumulation of his own zenith as he felt the knot form and tie their bodies together as his speed spilled within her. Knowing that it would be some time before the knot ebbed enough for them to part he — very carefully, mind — untangled his limbs from her's and slowly, as not to cause either of them harm, moved so that they were standing back to back against one another.