[m] The Weight of Living

And he did. The rhythm of it held him, for what seemed like an eternity he rolled with it, every nerve screaming, the fire and passion consuming him. Finally he fell to the ground moaning in delight beside Kadence, breathing hard. After a few seconds he stood, looking down at her. "You like?" he asked, voice hoarse and low. Crescendo licked her muzzle, finally satisfied. He had gained the ultimate prize in the game, and his pelt was burning. He knew for a fact that he liked.