Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

melkor supports the majority of his weight upon his hindlegs as he curves against her; melding his body to her own. he marvels as he once has at how his belly drags against the elegant curve of her spine as he rocks against her with each roll of his hips. her hips rise to meet his, adding to the sensation ...and quickly melkor is lulled into lovemaking bliss; cottony and rapturous as the world 'round them melts away until there is nothing left but her and him.

she gives a tug of her hips, as if trying to break the tether and he responds to the exposure of her neck, spurred by her wants, teeth grazing the supple lifeflesh; chiding. he gives another rock of his hips against her own in time with a sharper nip given to her throat, careful not to break skin.