Northstar Vale das gericht

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Snarling even within his hammered arms; revolting against the hold of his fangs until she wrests her skull enough so she might seize Mahler with an eye that still sees; look upon the lashes he had kissed; aligns, and does not await;
sights veil as the ache is scarce done away with; the angular arching of her strick spine only deepening as Andraste envelops him inch by torturous, near-timid inch until she is flush against the gathering of his still hips; but is not at all finished,
for she claims him with a constricting cinch that she drags up and up and up and only when she reaches the crown of him does she relax the little release before she delves down upon him again and again and again until Aurëwen diminishes herself entire by holding him as savagely as she needs him; parts from him not one slathered sliver as the grand General is rutted deep within her decadence; the ruining of them both has her shorn skull lolling within his restraint—
—eventually, eventually rocks to a halt.

For now  (should his grasp slacken)  she could rest her cheek to stone and tell the lie that this was not the end and that such shatterings had never once been; now entreating soft and sweet:  "Es ist alles für dich,"  lips parting as she shuddered beneath him; smoldered around him; coaxed that mouth nearer with the half-bearing of her throat to the smothering airs — a weak and preything plea of this possession of her neck that was not the nape.

For now, she let herself falter for the musiker. Let him desecrate her, now.