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He scrambled atop her, pulling his wife close as both of his forelimbs hooked firmly around her waist. She whined and pushed back into Hiram's hip. They connected briefly, but in the clumsy tangle of their bodies, he failed to hit his mark. He winced and his breath fell heavy from his mouth and on to the nape of Jhala's neck. Then, with the exploratory motion of Hiram's hips, he was finally granted purchase -- and there, he swelled within her. "Oh shit," he murmered, voice breathy as he was nearly overwhelmed by the sensitivity of his swelling nethers.

Truly, there was no one else he'd rather share his body with than Jhala. He set himself to motion and fell deep into the rhythm. In their embrace, there was no God, no sin, no judgement -- just passion.