( he feels it all: how ready, how desperate. it's so different from the breeding center, with its almost perfunctory escalation. there, the pleasure had been secondary—pleasant, useful but not really the point of the thing.
mavis' breath has gone hot and short, her body pulling taut. then the pleasure crescendos. crashes.
and then she's collapsing like her strings have been cut. boneless, chest heaving.
he gets himself up, the mattress dipping again as he settles above her.
even in this strange twilight, he can see her pupils blown wide: dark and liquid. she watches him, unflinching. )
More of that. ( lowering himself down to kiss her, to let her taste herself on his tongue.
[ she is pliable under his touch as she recovers. her mouth opens easily to him, and she doesn't flinch away from the wetness gathered in his beard or the familiar almost sour musk of her own arousal.
her own climax. wrung forcefully from her. everything he does is brutal, invasive, even this. his tongue is thick in her mouth, and she gathers herself to bite down, then bite down onto his lip as well.
but her arms wrap around him, drawing him down to her. yes, more. it's not the kind of brutality she shies from. not the kind to shirk. ]
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mavis' breath has gone hot and short, her body pulling taut. then the pleasure crescendos. crashes.
and then she's collapsing like her strings have been cut. boneless, chest heaving.
he gets himself up, the mattress dipping again as he settles above her.
even in this strange twilight, he can see her pupils blown wide: dark and liquid. she watches him, unflinching. )
More of that. ( lowering himself down to kiss her, to let her taste herself on his tongue.
definitely more of that. )
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her own climax. wrung forcefully from her. everything he does is brutal, invasive, even this. his tongue is thick in her mouth, and she gathers herself to bite down, then bite down onto his lip as well.
but her arms wrap around him, drawing him down to her. yes, more. it's not the kind of brutality she shies from. not the kind to shirk. ]