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The entire thing was — in polite terms — utterly uneventful. The moments shared between the pair were short and uncoordinated, all coming to an end with the harsh yelps of Whip's release. Kalika remained unsatisfied, locked into position with the exhausted consort lying on her back; one of the few things which she would not tolerate. She rolled her shoulders back and gave a low growl as she stood upright, urging him to lift from where he lay and turn around into a less intimate position.

It will be better next time, she sighed, moreso reassuring herself than her new lover. Kalika knew that with proper training and development, he could grow to learn the secrets of the female physique, though she wasn't sure that she had the tolerance to bear it.