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

Her first shift backwards had provided no relief. Ar-Khalba was rough in his handling, but she paid it no mind. Her body was too consumed with flame to notice the less demanding pain caused by his own desire. She stilled her body for a moment, taking every ounce of self control she still had. Allowing him to take the lead. 

He plunged within her with a jarring thrust and she felt the breath leave her body in a great rush. She moaned, lids closing tight over burning eyes. This pain she had felt, the forceful stab of him into her body...but it was not a pain that was without pleasure. She burned and ached for only a moment as he began to move inside her, a rapid and demanding pace. It vanished in the flare of flame that began to grow again within her body, sending sparks behind her eyes. Her voice lifted to the heavens, so that even Molech may hear their coupling, their pleasure and be pleased by it.

She would be sore after, perhaps for days, but she paid this no mind. Her desire would come again and again while her heat lived within her. Her body would heal, well and truly claimed by the Malkaria's sole male, and their couplings would continue. Perhaps the next would be less violent, but this had suited her needs for now. Any children conceived of this coupling would be born warriors, tough and worthy of the Malkaria and Molech's light.

She leaned back into Ar-Khalba further and her breath fled her body once more as released overtook her. She clenched tightly around him, her spirit lifting and shifting, flying with the release of endorphins. And then she was back and still starving, whispering Ar-Khalba's name even as her eyes rolled back in her head.