Noctisardor Bypass [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies

Paarthurnax felt pressure begin to build in the pit of her abdomen as her partner's pace increased, and she brwced herself for his weight. Her jaws parted and she began to breathe heavily, the cat-like arch in her spine against Shadow's belly indicating that she was keen for him to continue.

She felt as though her skin was on fire. Every stroke sent a new wave of pleasure choursing through her entire body, every rack of her mate's claws through her fine fur made her shudder beneath his grasp. Every time he pulled her waist closer to him, Paarthurnax dutifully obliged and rocked back against him with a satisfied grunt.

Her heart seemed out of control as it thrummed within her breast, as though it might break free at any given moment. It continued to do so even when the frenzy slowed considerably, replaced once more by gentler strokes. Paarthurnax began to shake beneath her lover, whether from struggling to hold him up or from the thrill of their coupling she did not know, but uncertainty bloomed as she considered how much longer her sudden burst of energy would hold out.