whilst he had spoken vaguely, as not to unnerve peregrine, the other was blunted. laughter! lasher exclaimed, a wry expression tugging at his eyes, the edges of his lips. he was bemused by his leader, and the naked way that such a pairing was described. indeed, you are correct. and as for how it feels, how do you believe the women you have held beneath you felt during your coupling? brazen though this may sound, i doubt you have ever held an unwilling lover, or one who was unimpressed.
his eyes glimmered with amusement, and a genteel hint of desire. it is the same for the man who receives. the sense of penetration is the same, i believe, the same pleasure, the same clasp and shudder at the moment of climax. i have been the one there — that is what i prefer — and i tell you, it is no more painful or unpleasant than it would be were i a woman. it is none of those things, in fact. it is a blinding pleasure, and one more addictive than i care to admit.
he kept his eyes trained upon peregrine; he could not envision the jetfurred protector of the plateau as taking the same position he had beneath eismitte, and that was a vision that inspired lasher to new heights of mental bliss, being taken by one who knew not the true power and pleasure of such a pairing.