Wild Berry Meadow (m) And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.

Their size disparity is made more obvious when he aligns with her. He hoists himself across the small of her back and hooks her waiste, and Ibis is stunned by the weight of him, nearly crumbling. She braces against him, distracted from the game for a moment. Then, he pushes his hips in to alignment and everything melts - the intimate sensation of being united is strange at first, invasive, but the momentum excites her.

For such a quiet girl, Ibis is surprisingly vocal through their lovemaking; when it is finished, she wants to ask for more but is simultaneously too tired - and together they sink in to the blissful aftermath.

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After, she feels no different than before. Warmer maybe, sleepy, and tied somehow to the giant of a man who lingers with her, but she doesn't know what to say. So far their tryst as been a wordless one; an intimately shared moment to catalyse Ibis' newfound womanhood. She parts from him with a shared soft look, a fondness previously reserved for family. A part of her wants to stay close to him (his plush coat, the musk they now shared) but she is uncertain, and draws away.