Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

he was uncouth in his methods and the encounter was protracted, but she found in her the budding tongue of an odd pleasure, as if all the possessiveness he had directed toward her small frame had culminated in this moment. it was the burning demand of him that he should own her she answered, the frightful notion of being some thrall to him, as she had been to cicero — perhaps it was the sleeping year she had spent as sheogorath's property, but some part of her bloomed satisfied with an arching pleasure that wrung itself from her twisted lips with a small growl.
gripped ironclad, the evoker swept her pale ears backward to monitor his tight breaths, and among them her own came, until the celerity of his movements within her announced its end. in his arms, the she-wolf tensed with the sudden rigidity of every muscle; finally the parting of her lips, the sliver of sound that dropped bell-like into the silence between she and the reaper.
she caught her breath with trembling gasps while the natural bond held them together; the weakness of her limbs made her a winning target for whatever dark antics he had in store for her now, and relmyna toppled beneath him with only two snaps of resistance, eyes glinting in the eldritch glow with annoyance and some remnant of satiation.