Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

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He caught her. Though, her swift and sudden stop threatened to throw Whip off balance. He stumbled, staggering awkwardly off of Kalika's back and onto the beach, but he caught himself with a spry, youthful composure that was unbecoming of Whip's usual demeanor. He had won, and Kalika made for damn sure that he knew it. Whip quite liked winning. It was something that he could find himself getting used too... you know, if he had to.

Whip's inquisitive eyes fell on Kalika's form as positioned herself for him. He explored every curve, every detail with meticulous, student-like precision. It was as if Whip wanted to commit the shape of her to memory. He moved upon her fast, claiming his prize as he hooked his forelimbs around Kalika's raised waist. With his body draped over hers, Whip's back paws dug into the soft sand of the beach. Before he knew it, he was inside of her.

This time was different than the last. He moved slower. Each thrust was calculated. His breath fell heavy against the scruff of her neck, which Whip now reached to grab hold of between his teeth.