[There's certainly no time for thought towards potential scratches now, though he does keep from pushing forward or trying to choke her; he hadn't lived this long without developing restraint. Possibly too much restraint, perhaps; showing even this much response to her felt like a risk, and he'd probably be quite resentful if he knew she got a sense of power from it.
But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]
[The silence is mildly disappointing (though not surprising), but the way his knees tighten and his cock twitches in her mouth is unmistakable. She makes a sound that seems pleased as bitter salt hits her tongue, and she has to resist the urge to linger too long on him as the flow slows and the waves subside. Irhya pulls up with a very deliberate slurp, eases back, and smiles at him in hopeful anticipation.]
[Still catching his breath, fainter shivers gradually fading, his brief reverie is interrupted by Irhya's question. Opening an eye to look over at her, he makes a sound that's half-amused, as he stretches slowly, languorously, before settling back against the bed. His tone is entirely casual.]
I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]
[Well, it wasn't awful enough for him to complain. Perhaps he even enjoyed the dangerous element to it? It's a point of pride enough for her that she can still even do this with those predatory canines at all. She sits back, pulling her legs out from under her and stretching them out; then, crawling forward on all fours, she tips his chin up and kisses him, apparently uninterested in considering whether he actually wants to taste her mouth right now. Now that he's prompted her into it, she's not about to let him off until she's satisfied.]
[He certainly didn't have any complaints, despite being used as a test case for her fangs. It had worked out, in the end, which is what ultimately mattered. And momentary fatigue notwithstanding, he was unopposed to Irhya claiming her share of things. Especially since, well, it wasn't as though he wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
Letting his fingers rest against the side of her face, he deepens the kiss, apparently unbothered by catching any taste of himself in her mouth.]
[Energized by the rush of warmth after feeding, she nips on his lower lip with her front teeth, light and playful, and leans her weight into him. A part of her wouldn't even be opposed to making out for a while like this, trashy though it must seem from the outside. That their last two encounters ended in cuddling must be an odd sign of something she isn't privy to, but it's an issue she'll be more interested to dissect when she's not chomping at the bit for him.
When the kiss breaks, she pulls her face away and runs her tongue from the edge of his jaw down to the fresh bite mark again, swiping over it as if to both apologize and try to spur him on.]
Come onnnnnnn, I wanna fuck you so much--
[Well, at least she's not shy about admitting it.]
[Running his hands firmly down her sides, Emet-Selch makes an amused-sounding hum at Irhya's words, vaguely surprised and even more vaguely flattered, though he assumed that any warm body would've been about as acceptable.]
I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]
Her mouth snaps shut, and she can only make a mollified noise, picking her head up and tipping it sideways to allow him better access. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, unable to contain itself, brushing the ends of his pant legs.]
Mmph. S'true, though...
[She arches lithely beneath his touch, creating a curve in her back that extends all the way to the tip of her tail. It's starting to feel almost like it did when she was a normal person in terms of temperature, so much so that Irhya swears she can feel some of the color returning to her skin.]
[He keeps his disbelief to a neutral-sounding hum, as he nips and licks his way across her neck and throat. And while he hadn't thought of her as dead before, only cold- Irhya definitely felt and seemed far more alive now.
Shifting a hand, he rubs at the base of her tail, before stroking over what he could reach of it. Flipping her skirt up with his other hand, he runs a palm over her ass, before squeezing and pressing her back down against him. A small sound is muffled against her skin, as he can feel himself start to harden anew, from the contact, and Irhya's newfound warmth.]
[Her tail elevates just slightly at the attention, and it causes her to make a deep, guttural growl of delight, one that evolves into a whine as a shudder skates up her back and causes the fur at the ends of her tail to stand on end. She needs no further encouragement to grind into him, breathing a short puff into his chest as her hands set on his shoulders for support. She may be warm now, but he is warmer, and she's still craving more, despite being sated on the feeding side of things.]
[The sounds she was making were another enticement, another encouragement. The sort of thing that has his blood running quicker, rubbing up to her body in response.
Altogether, it's not too terribly long Irhya has to wait, before he's properly aroused once more, wanting more than just the temporary satisfaction of grinding up against her. The benefit of having a relatively youthful host, the Ascian supposed.]
--That should be good enough, unless you would prefer to wait.
[Not that he waits for an answer; with another flick of a hand over her tail, he moves to start tugging downward at her smallclothes instead, pulling what he can out of the way.]
[She could turn it into a fully-fledged complaint, but ends up just rolling her eyes and helps him by pulling a leg free of her smalls, then her tail, letting them drop off her other leg. Then she's back with her knees spread over him.]
Speaking of waiting, though, did you not want to at least take the time to touch a little?
[It's ironic and she knows it, coming from the one who's been nothing but impatient for some relief the whole time, but given the size difference, she's beginning to think perhaps he'd better. She'd rather not explain an injury like that to Mira.]
[The comment gets her an annoyed look, as he waits for Irhya to finish repositioning herself.]
Once you decide what you want, be sure to let me know.
[And he sighs, shaking his head at her, even as he slides his hand back between her thighs. At least his fingers are warmer now, as they stroke firmly along wet flesh, eventually sinking two of them inside her body with a smooth pressure.]
[She swallows down the argument, her voice becoming unreliable the instant he pushes fingers inside her. At first, she tenses, the sudden intrusion causing her to skip a breath or two, and then lets go of it all at once in a shuddering sigh, her grip from within loosening bit by bit. There's a sharp tinge of want more that travels partially down the tether, coming to settle in the pit of her stomach as she grinds down onto his hand slightly.
It's funny; she thought she knew what she wanted perfectly well, but at the last possible moment, she's second-guessed herself yet again. Not about whether she wants it or not, but about how she wants it, and perhaps why; the needless internal warring engenders such frustration within her that she growls, solely at herself, and pulls him into another kiss, fierce enough to push him back flat onto the bed again.]
[A positive response... more or less. He's not sure why or what she's growling at, but it didn't seem as though it were a negative reception. Not with the ferocity of that kiss, anyway- a small sound of surprise swallowed completely by her mouth as he's shoved back against the bed. But he doesn't need to think about it to return her kiss with a similar intensity, leaning up to meet her body.
Once Irhya relaxes a bit around his fingers, he begins to move them inside of her, slipping part of the way out, before pressing upward again. When she grinds down, he matches her motion, delving deeper within her. And once that much seemed to be acceptable, he works another finger into her, to join with the others.]
[Once he's got three fingers inside, it's all she can do to keep her head up and not bury her face in his shoulder, parting her legs a bit more so all her weight is held on shaky knees. The tension is delicious, and though she is surprisingly quiet in her hard pants and restrained whimpers, her body is far more responsive, her legs trembling while her core flexes eagerly around him.
A part of her doesn't want to break away, but once she feels adequately prepared, she sits down properly on his thighs instead of kneeling above them, taking his length in her hand and giving it a few languid strokes.]
That should be plenty... I'll start, if that's all right? You can flip things after if you don't like the pace.
[It was pleasant enough to just feel her responses, the tense heat against his fingers, the way her body quivered over his. So there's a moment of near-regret when she sits back, and he slips his fingers free of her. Granted, his own body seemed to take being stroked over as a fair distraction, tensing up anew, especially with the promise of more ahead of it.
Emet-Selch still gives a small sigh, gesturing vaguely up at Irhya with his wet hand.]
Go ahead. This is, after all, more for your sake, yes?
[The reply is only half-hearted, but she chooses not to let it linger, lining herself up and then sitting on him with a muffled sigh. Despite being of average build for a Garlean, he is still large in comparison to her, so she takes a moment to adjust, scooting herself forward and using his shoulders for support.
And then she starts to rock with quickly increasing vigor, her head tipped down and her ears pointed straight back.]
But... [a pause, during which she rolls her hips a few more times,] you enjoy it too, right...? Or you wouldn't have let me take it this far.
[Moon-shaped eyes flick up at him, gauging his response through his expression.]
[He breathes in slowly when she finally takes him into her body, and his exhalation carries a faint shudder when she begins to move. One hand comes to rest at her hip- partially just holding on, partially helping to pull her down against him with each rock of her hips.
At the question, the Ascian just gazes up at her for a few moments, not quite defensive, but a bit guarded. It was true that this was more of a pragmatic encounter than a particularly emotional affair, but he'd expected nothing else. It was still pleasant.]
What- I would think that should be obvious.
[Punctuated with a sharper inhalation, pressing his hips upward to meet hers.]
No, I-- [it takes her a moment to put the words together,] I just want you to find enjoyment in it too.
[What he's insinuating might be nice, in a perfect world, but Irhya has long since come to terms with the logistics of such a thing being incompatible with her current life. But even if it isn't love, she still uses sex as a tool of affection, among other things; although she knows it must be different for him, a part of her would like to think there's a tiny speck of it buried deep down somewhere on the other end. It's still a show of trust, and that is all she can ask from him right now.
As if working harder might make him more forthcoming with his pleasure, she pushes him a little deeper into the mattress, picking up the pace while finding purchase on his chest. Her own breathing is reedy and erratic from the exertion, struggling just to keep up with the demands of the rest of her body.]
[Which doesn't stop him from sounding a mixture of exasperated and irritated- if mostly out of habit. Though it did draw his attention back to his own response, his inclination to hold back, his disinclination to change this. That this lay in the odd gap between indifference and attachment; close enough to not want to pretend, distant enough to remain guarded. Not that he'd been terribly open in the past either, but it had at least been possible....
--Ugh, that was the problem of thinking too much, it was distracting when it was preferable to focus on the warm-ish miqo'te on top of him, the points of heat where their bodies met. He could appreciate her effort, at least, though he was more conscious of the disconnect between physicality and emotion. His breathing becomes rougher as the pressure she was exerting on him increased; Irhya was surprisingly strong.
Enough so that it took more effort than he expected to actually flip them over, rolling on top of her. Not because he was particularly impatient, but it felt like an easier position to move more quickly, more sharply, biting back a low groan and a small shudder.]
[Though she could probably prevent the motion or make a joke about being too heavy for him, Irhya allows him to turn them over, finding each snap of his hips from this new angle better able to brush upon something that she herself hadn't quite been able to reach, and with the speed she'd been struggling to attain on her own. Even low as it is, the groan he tries to conceal reaches her ears, and it galvanizes her anew, pulling his waist forward with her legs and causing her to arch up eagerly into him.
It's the reaction she seeks, the small sounds, the assurance that yes, he is getting something out of it, even if it's the furthest thing from romantic. But he remains restrained in his movements, and though she expects she understands why, it's more of a challenge to obtain a gratifying response in the moment.
But then... Irhya loves challenges.]
Haaah, harder. Please.
[She curves her fingers down and presses her nails into his back, hoping it will spur something deeper still.]
[There's a small huff in-between quick breaths at the call for a harder movement, and the contrary part of Emet-Selch is tempted to slow, to gentle every motion instead. But he overrides the impulse, aware that he'd accomplish little more than frustrating himself in turn.
Leaning low over her, each thrust becomes rougher, more forceful, pushing Irhya back into the bed with every motion. It's still deliberate, conscious; controlled even as restraint is shed. Controlled in a technical sense, anyway, as he knows he'd find it quite hard to stop.
Especially with the sharp points in his back, her legs around him; his pulse is loud in his ears, as he buries his face against Irhya's neck, breath a near pant against her skin. Though soft, quiet, the sounds he makes are more regular, almost needy, as he moves faster still.]
[There is a part of him, she knows, that will probably never fully be able to let go like she'd want, but this is enough for now. It's all she can do not to laugh at his reaction to her request, too, though she can't help the satisfied smile that crosses her face anyway. It sticks there for a while until she can't consciously maintain it anymore, transported quickly by the feeling of a warm body covering hers and the sounds of strain for gratification.
Each push of his is met with little resistance, even when she starts to feel the familiar tightening in her knees begin as a full-body flashover. Her hand flies to her clit to encourage herself along, and before long she's driving her head back into the headboard, not caring about the extra thudding noise it creates every time the top of her head bumps into it. The final straw comes when she fists a hand into his hair and curls her fingers while the other yanks at the covers; she starts on a keening note, tightens up, and ends up running out of air mid-chord, finally making some hard gasps as the pulsation overtakes her.
It almost, almost makes her feel like she has a heartbeat again.]
[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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But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]
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Lovely. Do you need a moment?
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I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]
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[Well, it wasn't awful enough for him to complain. Perhaps he even enjoyed the dangerous element to it? It's a point of pride enough for her that she can still even do this with those predatory canines at all. She sits back, pulling her legs out from under her and stretching them out; then, crawling forward on all fours, she tips his chin up and kisses him, apparently uninterested in considering whether he actually wants to taste her mouth right now. Now that he's prompted her into it, she's not about to let him off until she's satisfied.]
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Letting his fingers rest against the side of her face, he deepens the kiss, apparently unbothered by catching any taste of himself in her mouth.]
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When the kiss breaks, she pulls her face away and runs her tongue from the edge of his jaw down to the fresh bite mark again, swiping over it as if to both apologize and try to spur him on.]
Come onnnnnnn, I wanna fuck you so much--
[Well, at least she's not shy about admitting it.]
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I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]
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[Ah. She did say that, didn't she. Gods damn it.
Her mouth snaps shut, and she can only make a mollified noise, picking her head up and tipping it sideways to allow him better access. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, unable to contain itself, brushing the ends of his pant legs.]
Mmph. S'true, though...
[She arches lithely beneath his touch, creating a curve in her back that extends all the way to the tip of her tail. It's starting to feel almost like it did when she was a normal person in terms of temperature, so much so that Irhya swears she can feel some of the color returning to her skin.]
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Shifting a hand, he rubs at the base of her tail, before stroking over what he could reach of it. Flipping her skirt up with his other hand, he runs a palm over her ass, before squeezing and pressing her back down against him. A small sound is muffled against her skin, as he can feel himself start to harden anew, from the contact, and Irhya's newfound warmth.]
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Altogether, it's not too terribly long Irhya has to wait, before he's properly aroused once more, wanting more than just the temporary satisfaction of grinding up against her. The benefit of having a relatively youthful host, the Ascian supposed.]
--That should be good enough, unless you would prefer to wait.
[Not that he waits for an answer; with another flick of a hand over her tail, he moves to start tugging downward at her smallclothes instead, pulling what he can out of the way.]
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[She could turn it into a fully-fledged complaint, but ends up just rolling her eyes and helps him by pulling a leg free of her smalls, then her tail, letting them drop off her other leg. Then she's back with her knees spread over him.]
Speaking of waiting, though, did you not want to at least take the time to touch a little?
[It's ironic and she knows it, coming from the one who's been nothing but impatient for some relief the whole time, but given the size difference, she's beginning to think perhaps he'd better. She'd rather not explain an injury like that to Mira.]
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Once you decide what you want, be sure to let me know.
[And he sighs, shaking his head at her, even as he slides his hand back between her thighs. At least his fingers are warmer now, as they stroke firmly along wet flesh, eventually sinking two of them inside her body with a smooth pressure.]
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[She swallows down the argument, her voice becoming unreliable the instant he pushes fingers inside her. At first, she tenses, the sudden intrusion causing her to skip a breath or two, and then lets go of it all at once in a shuddering sigh, her grip from within loosening bit by bit. There's a sharp tinge of want more that travels partially down the tether, coming to settle in the pit of her stomach as she grinds down onto his hand slightly.
It's funny; she thought she knew what she wanted perfectly well, but at the last possible moment, she's second-guessed herself yet again. Not about whether she wants it or not, but about how she wants it, and perhaps why; the needless internal warring engenders such frustration within her that she growls, solely at herself, and pulls him into another kiss, fierce enough to push him back flat onto the bed again.]
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Once Irhya relaxes a bit around his fingers, he begins to move them inside of her, slipping part of the way out, before pressing upward again. When she grinds down, he matches her motion, delving deeper within her. And once that much seemed to be acceptable, he works another finger into her, to join with the others.]
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A part of her doesn't want to break away, but once she feels adequately prepared, she sits down properly on his thighs instead of kneeling above them, taking his length in her hand and giving it a few languid strokes.]
That should be plenty... I'll start, if that's all right? You can flip things after if you don't like the pace.
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Emet-Selch still gives a small sigh, gesturing vaguely up at Irhya with his wet hand.]
Go ahead. This is, after all, more for your sake, yes?
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[The reply is only half-hearted, but she chooses not to let it linger, lining herself up and then sitting on him with a muffled sigh. Despite being of average build for a Garlean, he is still large in comparison to her, so she takes a moment to adjust, scooting herself forward and using his shoulders for support.
And then she starts to rock with quickly increasing vigor, her head tipped down and her ears pointed straight back.]
But... [a pause, during which she rolls her hips a few more times,] you enjoy it too, right...? Or you wouldn't have let me take it this far.
[Moon-shaped eyes flick up at him, gauging his response through his expression.]
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At the question, the Ascian just gazes up at her for a few moments, not quite defensive, but a bit guarded. It was true that this was more of a pragmatic encounter than a particularly emotional affair, but he'd expected nothing else. It was still pleasant.]
What- I would think that should be obvious.
[Punctuated with a sharper inhalation, pressing his hips upward to meet hers.]
Were you- expecting something else?
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[What he's insinuating might be nice, in a perfect world, but Irhya has long since come to terms with the logistics of such a thing being incompatible with her current life. But even if it isn't love, she still uses sex as a tool of affection, among other things; although she knows it must be different for him, a part of her would like to think there's a tiny speck of it buried deep down somewhere on the other end. It's still a show of trust, and that is all she can ask from him right now.
As if working harder might make him more forthcoming with his pleasure, she pushes him a little deeper into the mattress, picking up the pace while finding purchase on his chest. Her own breathing is reedy and erratic from the exertion, struggling just to keep up with the demands of the rest of her body.]
Need, faster...
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[Which doesn't stop him from sounding a mixture of exasperated and irritated- if mostly out of habit. Though it did draw his attention back to his own response, his inclination to hold back, his disinclination to change this. That this lay in the odd gap between indifference and attachment; close enough to not want to pretend, distant enough to remain guarded. Not that he'd been terribly open in the past either, but it had at least been possible....
--Ugh, that was the problem of thinking too much, it was distracting when it was preferable to focus on the warm-ish miqo'te on top of him, the points of heat where their bodies met. He could appreciate her effort, at least, though he was more conscious of the disconnect between physicality and emotion. His breathing becomes rougher as the pressure she was exerting on him increased; Irhya was surprisingly strong.
Enough so that it took more effort than he expected to actually flip them over, rolling on top of her. Not because he was particularly impatient, but it felt like an easier position to move more quickly, more sharply, biting back a low groan and a small shudder.]
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It's the reaction she seeks, the small sounds, the assurance that yes, he is getting something out of it, even if it's the furthest thing from romantic. But he remains restrained in his movements, and though she expects she understands why, it's more of a challenge to obtain a gratifying response in the moment.
But then... Irhya loves challenges.]
Haaah, harder. Please.
[She curves her fingers down and presses her nails into his back, hoping it will spur something deeper still.]
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Leaning low over her, each thrust becomes rougher, more forceful, pushing Irhya back into the bed with every motion. It's still deliberate, conscious; controlled even as restraint is shed. Controlled in a technical sense, anyway, as he knows he'd find it quite hard to stop.
Especially with the sharp points in his back, her legs around him; his pulse is loud in his ears, as he buries his face against Irhya's neck, breath a near pant against her skin. Though soft, quiet, the sounds he makes are more regular, almost needy, as he moves faster still.]
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Each push of his is met with little resistance, even when she starts to feel the familiar tightening in her knees begin as a full-body flashover. Her hand flies to her clit to encourage herself along, and before long she's driving her head back into the headboard, not caring about the extra thudding noise it creates every time the top of her head bumps into it. The final straw comes when she fists a hand into his hair and curls her fingers while the other yanks at the covers; she starts on a keening note, tightens up, and ends up running out of air mid-chord, finally making some hard gasps as the pulsation overtakes her.
It almost, almost makes her feel like she has a heartbeat again.]
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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.]
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