Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

Primal instinct took over him. Her voice like a plea sounded on perked ears. The young man felt his grip tighten on her and he pulled her to him, body bound in this ethereal moment of pleasure. His voice hoarse and rough as he wrapped himself to her, each motion causing a grunt to fall from his lips.

Swordfish too believed that this could only be a dream. There was no universe in which he could have this, really have this. The thought did not sway him or slow his pace. The forlorn sea-blue of his eyes was trained to her head and his ears danced with the sounds of her beneath him.