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

Her protest matched his own beastly noises, goaded him further, and Firefly was soon lost to the process of it all. Not only the task of bedding her, nor even of pleasing himself, but to defeat her ss thoroughly as he was capable. He would outlast her - no longer willing to let the women in his life fight him and think themselves superior. This one moment (however spontaneous) would cause an immense shift to his mentality - and with a series of grunts through his gleaming grimace, Firefly continued to work over the stranger's body. He felt a slick feeling where their bodies met and it pleased him more than the writhing, moaning, lustful beast beneath him. It was at this point he imagined the shape of the pale dragedan pinned to the sand; just a glimpse of a memory reversed, and with a rasping call he released the woman's scruff to a final -- shud der ing -- e n d.