Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

"Come with me." Yes, it was a sexual invitation made in the throes of passion. But it was so much more than that. They were really doing this. They had united, vowing to be partners for life. They had sought and established a new homestead. Now came the greatest adventure of all: parenthood. They literally couldn't do it without the other. For the pregnancy, the birth and the rearing, they would do everything as a team. This moment was symbolic of that, even if it wouldn't occur to him until later just how much.

His claws dug into the pale flesh of her hips as their coupling took on a sort of final manic frenzy. This was the grande finale, folks. Fireworks would literally figuratively shoot out of their respective genitals now. Indeed, there was an explosion. Peregrine felt it tingle from the tip of his nose to the tips of his toes to the tip of the most important instrument of all as he made a final stroke and everything became a hot, throbbing, pulsating eruption of ecstasy.

Actually, with a masculine cry that might set Fox's little ears on fire, Peregrine slumped forward. His pelvis continued going through the motions, though they gradually slowed as his weight pressed down on her, forcing her to the ground. He rolled away from her (except for where their flaming bits melted together), literally woozy in the head. His vision was dim and every muscle in his body was twitching in some strange fashion.

"I... you... I came so hard I lost consciousness for a sec," he admitted with a weak laugh, letting out the world's most satisfied post-coital sigh of all time. He was tempted to throw a leg over his eyes and fall asleep right there, though instead he forced himself to sit up long enough to peck his wife's cheek and proclaim, "Holy fuck, do I love you, though," before splatting once more.