Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

Their engagement was a longer affair than the last. Whip's movements were less clumsy, but that wasn't to say he was some sort of Adonis or anything. He was simply learning from his mistakes. It was only his second time with Kalika (or anyone, for that matter), and with that in mind Whip could be described as passible. Kalika turned her head, looking back at Whip as he set himself to a steady rhythm. Their eyes met and Whip thought he could see the fire that burned in their depths. It was beautiful, but in some way that Whip couldn't quite wrap his mind around, it was also terrifying. She tried to lick him, but in the way their bodies connected, Whip was out of reach.

In Whip's experiance, all good things come to an end eventually -- in most cases, it was sooner rather than later. There was a growing tightness in his loins. He had felt it before, last time. He drove deeper, faster, knowing that he would soon reach his end.