Swiftcurrent Creek aim; it's a one shot take down

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Her invitation was a low croon—the sweet scent that had always been her only heightened now with the onset of her heat, and Akavir gave in to the age old call of nature. Encircling her before from a distance, now he moved to become one with her, regaining the warmth that had been lost prior—the sharp angles of her body alluring to him, just the same in which she moved. Giving in to the exploration he had begun prior, the man was more than willing to finish what had been started—and do so just as much as she would allow over the span of their time together.