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Their coupling felt fortuitous due to the lengthy preamble, and he basked in the warmth of her for as long as she would permit. His forelimbs tugged at her luxurious coat, seeking the curves of her body as he pulled her close, until together they found a rhythm. He was eager enough for this moment - more so to please her, to watch as his affections overcame any doubts, to feel her every inch.
His possessiveness ebbed with his libido; knowing through the haze of his feeling that she was not his, that she was a stranger, that she was a temptress - but it was not against his faith to enjoy the sensations. Asa felt no guilt and would not be damned by this act. She had wanted it; she had called to him with her body and the spellwork had made him bold.
The afterglow would come soon, but he refused to think of that. Better to have these moments. The tenderness, the press of body against body, her's aflame beneath him - a pyre, himself the offering. The bliss soon overcame him and he could not stop the ragged manner of his grasping for her, constricting her against him while he too gasped; the cold filled his lungs as that fire burned through him, and when there was nothing left, he pressed his chin against the gilded mane of her shoulders.
His possessiveness ebbed with his libido; knowing through the haze of his feeling that she was not his, that she was a stranger, that she was a temptress - but it was not against his faith to enjoy the sensations. Asa felt no guilt and would not be damned by this act. She had wanted it; she had called to him with her body and the spellwork had made him bold.
The afterglow would come soon, but he refused to think of that. Better to have these moments. The tenderness, the press of body against body, her's aflame beneath him - a pyre, himself the offering. The bliss soon overcame him and he could not stop the ragged manner of his grasping for her, constricting her against him while he too gasped; the cold filled his lungs as that fire burned through him, and when there was nothing left, he pressed his chin against the gilded mane of her shoulders.
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