Cerulean Cape [m] We had a place that we could call "home".

It was one of the most difficult moments of his life — one he would have certainly pounced upon without a second thought had he not been affiliated so strongly with the rusalkans — but he tried to ignore the needs of her body and the response of his own. She crooned to him, buffeted at him, eager for attention, so hungry. Her tail moved out of his way, and that was that. Whatever control he'd been exerting melting from him, and Firefly let his lust command him.

He did not think to be gentle with her. With each new conquest he appeared to get more rough with his partner, until this point — he was ripe with his own frustration and desired control over something, which she freely gave away to him. He reared up, clasped the contours of her sides and slammed their bodies together with a low bellow emanating from his throat. The flood of pleasure this brought to Firefly was so immense; he imagined all the women he'd screwed before - not just Erzulie now, who he might've loved on some childish level — but each of them at his mercy, gasping for him — —

And he wouldn't let this go until he was satisfied a hundred times over.