[Despite everything, Emet-Selch was ultimately a sentimental creature; without engaging that part of him, there was a limit what he was willing, was able to give.
Even if it was just his own heat reflected back to him, she was warm, and responsive, and his breath hitches as she tightens around him. Eyes closed, it was as though every other sense was heightened- feeling every quiver, aware of every place their skin touched, hearing every creak from the bed, each note from Irhya herself.
It's not very long afterward that he's dragged over the threshold himself. The suddenness of it nearly startles him, driving her into the bed with a pained, choked sound, the jerks of his hips gradually slowing as he finishes emptying himself into her. Even then, he clings to her body afterward, shivering, as if still searching for a sort of closeness that couldn't quite be reached.]
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Even if it was just his own heat reflected back to him, she was warm, and responsive, and his breath hitches as she tightens around him. Eyes closed, it was as though every other sense was heightened- feeling every quiver, aware of every place their skin touched, hearing every creak from the bed, each note from Irhya herself.
It's not very long afterward that he's dragged over the threshold himself. The suddenness of it nearly startles him, driving her into the bed with a pained, choked sound, the jerks of his hips gradually slowing as he finishes emptying himself into her. Even then, he clings to her body afterward, shivering, as if still searching for a sort of closeness that couldn't quite be reached.]