Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

It's amazing what arousal does to men. He'd been exhausted, weak, barely strong enough to make it to this place. Yet, when Furi arched her back, Artaax was on it.

He continued his ministrations down the length of her spine, losing himself more and more with every inch gained. He was gentle as he turned her, gentle as he climbed aboard pulled himself onto her, gentle as he started, then sporadically less so as he fully lost himself in the throes of passion. It was different than before. There had been no emotion before when now, he felt immersed in it. It was what he had needed - to lose himself. To bury himself in something good and forget all of the rest, if only for the stolen time it took before he was spent in every conceivable way.

When they parted, Artaax moved again to her side and ran his muzzle along her chin. He said nothing as he urged her to lie down, nothing as he wrapped himself around her and rested his head upon her back. The fire of his need was gone, but not his longing for something warm and solid against him, so he tried to hold on longer as he closed his eyes and willed his mind to turn off completely.