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Heavy sighs slipped from between Kalika's lips as Whip drew himself over her, though she knew that she could not allow herself to be so drunk on this ecstasy for fear that she might become careless. If this was to happen — if she were to accept him in this fashion, the reigns would have to be in her grip. She placed a paw gently on his chest to push him away, though her touch was light so as to not destroy the fragile bond which held them together.

Do you know what comes next? Kalika asked, curious and yet hopeful that he was as innocent as he seemed. She gave a warm smile and stood, waiting for him to do the same.